Hotel breakfast buffets used to be my favorite part of road life. Now I walk in, hit that warm chafing-dish fog, and my whole appetite leaves the building. Scrambled eggs especially — not the taste, the smell.
It’s like my brain files it under 'wet sponge that has seen things.' Last week in Des Moines I ended up with a yogurt, a banana, and a sad packet of peanut butter, which is basically my travel breakfast now. Weird part: I still like eggs at home when I make them myself. Same food, totally different vibe.
Anyone else have a food that got demoted after starting this whole journey? I’m not judging, I just want to know I’m not the only one hiding from a buffet line.