Let takeout menus be your soul’s balm as 2020 comes to a close

I like reading menus. Online, in person, plastered on the street-facing window of a dive café — it doesn’t matter, I love it all. I adore the descriptions of items offered at a given establishment, and I derive a perverse pleasure in picking out obvious typos that would normally aggravate my grammar-fanatic, copy-editing self in the real world. And I especially love the will-they-won’t-they tension of struggling to settle on a menu item when a waitress stands over me impatiently — though that feeling is rare as I am wont to look up a restaurant’s…