Eat me

Brunch is served
Toronto, ON, June 2010

About this photo: Thematic Photographic goes closeup this week. If you're in a myopic frame of mind, follow your mouse here.

Buffet tables are funny things. When the covers are pulled off, the hungry masses descend on them, jostling each other for position before the freshest bagels are gone. Lineups snake out the door as plates clink, toes tap and tempers flare. It can easily become an ugly scene. Sadly, often it does.

I'm a bit of a lurker. I have no interest in lining up for food. It didn't work for Soviet-era Muscovites and it sure doesn't work for capitalist-me, either. Instead, I wait for the crowds to inevitably thin before approaching the now-depleted piles of food. I rarely eat anything, as the whole touched-by-the-masses thing gives me the heebie jeebies. But that doesn't mean I can't find a decent picture among the uneaten remains.

Your turn: Do you do buffets? Why/why not?