2025-11-28
46 分钟The Economist I went on a cruise once as a kid,
a short one, a supposedly fun thing I'll never do again.
I had no idea what I was in for.
Going to restaurants was kind of a rare thing for us.
Then, suddenly, two meal seatings a day,
all cloth napkins and fawning service, plus buffets seemingly all day long.
Oh, and at midnight.
Truly, it was the most I'd ever eaten, ever tried to eat.
And I was amazed.
How could there be this much food?
Where did they even store it all?
Weren't there insane amounts of leftovers?
How do they have time to make the food and the Santa watermelon carvings and the elven ice sculptures that would melt before lunch?
And could I really maybe just keep eating bacon indefinitely?
I'm Jason Palmer, and this is the Weekend Intelligence.
These are the kinds of questions that occupied my colleague, Barkley Bram.
Well, maybe not the infinite bacon one.
The eating is a centerpiece of cruising.
Sure,
there's the bingo and the promenade deck and karaoke night at lounge singers and who's up for shuffleboard tomorrow.