I’m meeting my friend for dinner at a local Italian. I’m going to have the house salad. It’s what I always have when we go there and I know it will be both delicious and satisfying. But when I arrive everything is different – the restaurant has had a facelift – and so has the menu.
I find myself salivating as I read sensuous descriptions of pizza toppings and pasta dishes that I usually steer well clear of. Suddenly I desperately want pizza for dinner and all my intentions of eating light are out the window. My old faithful house salad doesn’t get a look in.