I’m beginning to think I am the Goldilocks of eating. What do I mean?
More and more, I notice people around me either dining disturbingly fast or at such a glacial pace that their languor becomes everyone else’s annoyance.
Lately, for example, whenever my partner and I go out for a meal, we find that other couples who arrive later than us still manage to finish, pay and leave while we are still polishing off the main course. Maybe they have a movie to catch, except their dispassionate hurry does make them seem like they are excited about it.
