One of the (many) problems with Americans is they think too much about what they eat, which is why they have the worst cuisine in the world (and are proud of it). Take lamb, for instance. What's so terrible about eating lamb? "It's baby sheep." So? I can understand not eating something for religious reasons, or because the animal is endangered, but to abstain from something because of a concept? I don't know. Finicky eating is rapidly turning into one of my pet peeves. Don't like curry, don't like chutney, don't like 'strange' sauces, don't like tilapia - the list extends beyond the point of reason. "All I want is to go to Applebee's and have half-price appetizers." Smack. It seems criminal to hanker after something so culturally generic and ubiquitous, like Singaporeans who go overseas and then say they miss the Wheelock Place Borders. Am I being too judgmental? I think the amount of work we have due next week is making me excessively cranky.