Ehh … It’s more likely etiquette to not descend on the rolls like a starving Labrador retriever. Much of manners is about self restraint and making oneself ‘small’. The idea is that you wait a minute or two, so it’s not like being at the Chinese food buffet when a fresh load of sweet and sour pork comes out. Everyone piling in for the rolls is undignified. It’s related to the idea that even if you really want that last roll, you ask if anyone else would like it before snatching it for yourself.
… but judging someone for grabbing one when they come out? Pretty prissy.
Families really mess some people up with their made up rules. Meet a girl that was raised that you can’t talk at the dinner table. She thought it was normal to sit down, eat an entire meal, and then get up in dead silence.
I think you’re right. I guess they had parents who were big on setting rules, but not on justifying them.
I’m pretty sure my parents throttled my bread intake at restaurants when I was very young for the reason you state, but they accompanied their directive with a “don’t fill up before you get your main course” justification. So I didn’t assimilate it as a rule of etiquette, and instead understood the underlying logic.
Genuinely, I believe this originates from their family preventing them from filling up on bread at restaurants.
Ehh … It’s more likely etiquette to not descend on the rolls like a starving Labrador retriever. Much of manners is about self restraint and making oneself ‘small’. The idea is that you wait a minute or two, so it’s not like being at the Chinese food buffet when a fresh load of sweet and sour pork comes out. Everyone piling in for the rolls is undignified. It’s related to the idea that even if you really want that last roll, you ask if anyone else would like it before snatching it for yourself.
… but judging someone for grabbing one when they come out? Pretty prissy.
If rent is more than 10% of my income, I AM a starving Labrador.
Families really mess some people up with their made up rules. Meet a girl that was raised that you can’t talk at the dinner table. She thought it was normal to sit down, eat an entire meal, and then get up in dead silence.
I think you’re right. I guess they had parents who were big on setting rules, but not on justifying them.
I’m pretty sure my parents throttled my bread intake at restaurants when I was very young for the reason you state, but they accompanied their directive with a “don’t fill up before you get your main course” justification. So I didn’t assimilate it as a rule of etiquette, and instead understood the underlying logic.