I used to go to lengths to avoid hotel breakfast bars. Now I just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and accept them. I even make do with shitty coffee, the latter derived from laziness. The shitty coffee in front of me was preferable to the proper latte by the train station, in the Swedish drizzle.
Life is full of the tiniest compromises. Compulsive buffet grazing with the herd is just a thing we gotta do, the price of being away from home. You’d think I’d be better at it.
But I can happily report that attacking buffets is a human condition, not specifically an American condition.
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