Just a funny side story; I was at a cafe for breakfast two months ago where a group of a half-dozen early-twenties diners came and sat down, ordered, then like clockwork photographed their food. What got me was that they paused to snap it, all got up, changed seats, and photographed their neighbours plate. One girl took out a DSLR once done with her iPhone.
We were outside, it was sunny but very windy and quite cold. There was also a line for tables. I felt a certain schadenfreude in knowing that their actions, as it delayed others who were waiting, ultimately meant a cold breakfast for them all. I suppose I can't fault those who would rather enjoy the visual sense of eating than the taste.
We were outside, it was sunny but very windy and quite cold. There was also a line for tables. I felt a certain schadenfreude in knowing that their actions, as it delayed others who were waiting, ultimately meant a cold breakfast for them all. I suppose I can't fault those who would rather enjoy the visual sense of eating than the taste.