There’s a specific kind of chaos that only happens when you tell yourself “I’ll just take a little bit of everything” at a buffet. Here in Wisconsin, that promise doesn’t stand a chance.
The second you walk in, it’s game over: fried rice calling your name, crispy rolls disappearing faster than they should, and that quiet realization that moderation was never part of the plan. One plate turns into strategy.
Two plates turn into confidence. By plate three, it’s basically personal growth…