


Last week, I wrote a “defense of being no fun” and disclosed my tendency to carefully structure an itinerary before traveling anywhere; I thoroughly research destinations and adhere to a strict schedule to avoid any surprises. But allow me to elaborate and offer clarification: My meticulous planning does not preclude me from stepping outside of my comfort zone. Believe it or not, I schedule trying new things. I’m a creature of planning, not a creature of habit — unless that habit is planning.
This weekend, I ate at a Sri Lankan restaurant in London. Of course, I only made the reservation after I read dozens of reviews.
At the restaurant, I didn’t understand most of the items on the menu, and I didn’t dare attempt pronouncing them. I resisted the urge to google “ulundu-vadai,” “kithul glaze,” and “amu-miris chilli.” Even the drink menu had intimidating ingredients, such as “calamansi leaves” and “seeni.” I decided to abdicate personal agency by deferring to the suggestions of the waitress, and I nervously confirmed that I could handle intense spice.
I had a fabulous meal — although I had no idea what I was eating. I enjoyed sipping rambutan and curry leaf daiquiris while challenging my spice tolerance. The fragrant curries, buttery seafood, and delicate broths were a welcome change from the pasta and red meat I often make at home. Prior to Saturday evening, I couldn’t have offered even a slightly accurate description of a traditional Sri Lankan dish. But now I can proclaim that I enjoy the cuisine, and had I not verified the restaurant’s decency on Trip Advisor, I might have never tried it.
So, I affirm my earlier claims: I’m not fun and I hate surprises. But that doesn’t mean I am entirely predictable. I would never wander into a Mongolian restaurant, but I am happy to try it if the reviews reassure me that the experience is worthwhile. Planning gives me confidence that an adventure will be enjoyable; I’m comfortable with alien endeavors if I can be certain I’ll enjoy it — even if I’m uncertain exactly what I will enjoy.