Every single trip I tell myself I won’t do it again.
I land in a new city late, tired and slightly out of it, and I convince myself food won’t be a problem. It always is.
Everything decent needs a reservation, is closing, or is a 20 minute walk away in the dark when I just want to lie down. So I end up eating something random and underwhelming just because it’s open.
It’s not a disaster. It just makes the first night feel a little off.
And somehow… I still keep doing it.