I don't often go to smorgasbord restaurants. My first and last visit to Valentines was to celebrate the third or fourth birthday of my nephew who has just turned 21. I'm not especially against buffets. They're just not on my radar at the moment. Well, that, and also because anything involving a sneeze-guard doesn't hold huge appeal.
But when it comes to breakfasts at resorts and hotels, the buffet reigns supreme. They're more or less unavoidable. On a trip to Cambodia, I was breakfasting one morning last month with my daughter, my old university roommate and her daughter.
It was a routine occasion until one particular couple arrived. The waitress led them to a table but the man peeled off halfway and went straight to the toasting unit to get some bread on. The woman didn't sit down either. She just flung down her backpack and headed for the food.
They approached the buffet with much haste and urgency. It must have been some breakfast emergency that caused them to dispense with the civilising rituals that normally accompany such a dining experience. We always ordered our tea and coffee before getting up to grab the tucker - even on the morning we arrived back with rumbling stomachs after a 4.45am wake-up and three hours trekking around Angkor Wat.
It's not often I have words of wisdom to impart to the younger generation but here was my opportunity. I leaned forward and whispered to the nine-year-old and 11-year-old dining with me: "When you go to a smorgasbord restaurant, always sit down first and order your drinks before heading to the food. Otherwise it's just rude." Looking at me as if I was mad, they kept eating their bespoke breakfast: sliced watermelon with a side of hash-browns.