Looking at restaurant menus and thinking “Too many options.”
LOOKING AT RESTAURANT MENUS AND THINKING “TOO MANY OPTIONS.”
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Remember the dining hall? Before the sprawling menus and artisanal everything, there was the daily ritual. Chicken stir-fry on Tuesdays, mystery meat Mondays, and the endless salad bar debate: “Is this actually fresh?” Yet, within that predictable rhythm, a peculiar comfort emerged. Choices were curated, often limited, but they offered a strange clarity. You knew what you were getting, more or less.
Those were the days of "The Cafeteria Chronicles"—meals shared over frantic study sessions, midnight snacks fueled by coffee and sheer willpower, and the occasional daring attempt to smuggle out an apple for later. The food wasn't gourmet, but the company? The conversations, the shared anxieties, the late-night revelations? Those were Michelin-starred moments.
Now, facing a 10-page menu, the freedom can feel overwhelming. Avocado toast or Eggs Benedict? Sushi or pasta? You almost long for the days when your biggest decision was whether to brave the soft-serve machine. It's a subtle nostalgia, a yearning for the simpler choices that defined a transformative period. That distinct campus flavor, not just of food, but of life itself. The world outside is vast and delicious, yes, but sometimes, don't you just miss knowing exactly what's for dinner without a single agonizing thought?
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