Unless it's for free. This is where political campaign fundraisers come in.
My father has long been a supporter of a local state politician. He actually goes out and campaigns the old-fashioned, Chicago way: walking door to door and handing people political flyers. I kid you not, he has almost been vehicularly manslaughtered by the footmen of the competition. Chicago politics are intense. When my sister and I were younger, we would get bundled up and go with him (Chicagoans spend about half the year bundled up).
This dedication has paid off in the form of free bowling and food once a year. Other people pay upwards of $500 for this event. Our invite always comes stamped "COMPLIMENTARY" right over all the three- and four-digit dinner options.
For years, I have avoided the salad at this event. It's a pre-mixed Caesar salad. I'm all for salad. I think salad is wonderful...with the right dressing. Caesar dressing is spicy! There's way too much pepper in it!
But the meal was free. And it might be my last adventure for at least a couple weeks. So I grabbed a plate.
Exactly what it says on the tin: a plate full of salad.
And I started eating. And it was spicy! And I accidentally got a crouton, which Miriah was generous enough to eat for me. Still, I adventured. I have to take advantage of every adventurous opportunity that I can nowadays.
It was spicy. But I ate it all anyway. Just call me the Merriweather Lewis of political campaign fundraising dinners.
All of that salad was consumed by me! I'm amazing!
I rewarded myself for having such an adventurous spirit with a hot dog. Hot dogs are the best.