I learned something important the day I ordered lunch in Ohio and watched the plate arrive like it had been designed by someone deeply suspicious of moderation.
That moment sent me down a familiar path of pulled-over cars, loosened expectations, and the quiet joy of realizing leftovers were not a possibility but a promise.
Ohio still understands the art of feeding people generously, the kind of places where portions show up unapologetically large and nobody pretends that a meal should feel delicate…