Sometimes there's a limit to how much "new" I want to experience. Once, in a small town in the Netherlands, we tried to eat dinner in a locally owned and run cafe. I accidentally ended up with a veal brain sausage - one bite, and I thought I'd throw up everything I'd eaten for the past week. Nasty, nasty, nasty. A couple nights later, in a tiny village in Belgium, we ended up at McD's - the only thing open on a Monday night. That burger tasted mighty fine compared to the genuine local fare I'd recently experienced. Of course, the frites there were quite good, too.