Perserving Promiscuity

Once upon a time people eat pretty much the same thing everyday their whole life. I was told that my grandfather ate exactly the same thing everyday even though he was very rich in the second half of his life. I do not know if most people still eat that way, I certainly do not. Neither do my friends. We take it for granted that, living in an international city, eating different foods is just the way it is. It has become inconceivable to be limited to one, or even two, cuisines. Restaurants reflect this promiscuity with “diversified” menus. This sounds good and enjoyable at first but it does not last very long. Pretty soon it is all the same everywhere, classically train chefs make dim sums, dim sum restaurants braise lamb shanks, Japanese restaurants serve pizza, and Italian restaurants cook curries. The fun of changing cuisine is that they are different, but if everybody is doing everybody else’s food, there is no difference. Melting pot is no fun, just a giant undifferentiated goo. What is the fun of promiscuity if everybody looks the same?