Retro.
I realized upon last night's dinner how much nostalgia is stirred in me by being in a Swedish dining hall. I was seeing a mirror of the effects on American sensibilities during the 70s and 80s, when they were possibly influenced by a wave of popular travels to the more northern European countries.
A sizzling dish of creamed potatoes and stuff.
And beside me, a dish swimming in some kind of gravy.
In a pre-Mediterranean-food-ubiquity era, sizzling plates and creamy potato dishes ruled the "gourmet" scene, and rounded, caramel-colored wood was the norm.
Space-saving strangeness.
