Twenty years ago, whilst spending a summer living on the East Coast of the US, my boyfriend and I went to one of Rhode Island's fancier restaurants.
I've forgotten the food we ate but can still recall the way I felt rushed with each course almost running into each other. I felt turfed out, blinking into the streetlights, before I'd really had time to settle in and enjoy the wonderful dance that is dining.
My American boyfriend didn't notice it at all. You see I was comparing it to dining out in New Zealand where, at that time, it deliciously took up a whole evening, the night unfolding gracefully with each of the multiple courses being given the reverie it deserved and where the wait between each course was spent deep in conversation.
But now I fear the gap has closed and dining in NZ has sped up and become incredibly casual, perhaps too casual. Whilst I adore, and understand the need for, a less formal approach to dining, I heard a talented chef utter the other day that "casual has become too casual and just an excuse to serve bad food" and it got me wondering.