Years ago I sat in a pub. Across the Atlantic from home.
I didn’t know what to order for dinner. The menu was full of things I’d never had.
The man came to take our order and I told him I wasn’t sure what to have.
He dropped his hands to his side and said I learned that when I travel, I need to try at least one thing I’ve never had before. And that I would never get at home. It’s never been a bad decision.
I think of that man every single time I sit in a restaurant in a place I’ve never been.
Today I saw smushed peas on the menu with something I thought looked good. I wasn’t sure the smushed peas looked good. But his oft repeated statement played through my head.
When they arrived hot and aromatic it was the first thing I tried.
And discovered that the serving was not large enough.
And it wasn’t a bad decision.