Whyyyy do I find it so hard to resist the IKEA cafeteria? The last time we went, there were no clean tables, no forks left in the utensil bins, and the food hovered somewhere around room temp. As I sat at my sticky table eating my cold Indian butter chicken with a spoon, I silently fumed. The dry cracker-like piece of naan bread only added insult to injury.
I probably should’ve just gone with the Swedish Meatballs, I thought. But I’d still be eating them with a spoon.