“Buffets Are Back — With New Policies and Gloves,” blared the headline recent on the front page of the Wall Street Journal.
That was welcome news for my pandemic-weary family. I was afraid such wide-open dining would go the way of the dinosaur. (“Look out! The asteroid is headed for the chocolate fountain!” “Mmm…chocolate-covered asteroid…”)
I’m exhausted by all the paranoid workarounds of the…