I was watching CBS Sunday Morning a bit ago. I always DVR it and watch later. That's just how I control my viewing habits, I guess. There is so little that I can control these days, that, is just one I cling to.
Anyway, one of the stories was about a little Indian restaurant at a truck stop in Laramie, Wyoming*. An Indian restaurant. Laramie, Wyoming. Truck stop. Who knew it would be a hit? It's worth checking out the story at the link below. Seems different cultures can find ways to co-exist.
What I'm musing on though is the afterward for me. Suddenly I was hungry for, you guessed it, Indian food. I thought, well, I can just run out closer to dinner time and grab some Indian food at one of my favorite Indian food places nearby. My tongue could taste it. I even began to salivate. Yumm!
I googled the restaurants near me. Ghandi. Namaste. Both I like a lot. Then I realized I hadn't been to either in months, not since before the Great Pandemic. Yes, they were open, though. But no dine-in. Online orders only. Pick up or delivery. Convenient. But somehow second best. Not the same as being in the restaurant, smelling the variety of aromas. The smiling staff. Sharing with friends.
Suddenly I was very sad. Tears began to form in my eyes. Even if there was in store dining, its six feet apart, face masks, hand sanitizers, etc. The new way of life. The New Normal. (Insert expletive here).
I will probably check with my neighbor and see if they are interested in Indian food tonight. I'll make the run. But I don't know what I want. And usually you share dishes at the table while sipping wine and passing the naan.
It's not the same to bring it home in a box and take it to your house and eat it in front of the TV. Thanks to those who failed to protect us, to act and protect us from this thing called the New Normal.
Maybe I'll just have some leftover spaghetti again tonight.
*Here's a link to the story: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/a-taste-of-india-at-a-wyoming-truck-stop/