After hours of heroic joystick maneuvers, questionable button-mashing strategies, and yelling "I swear the joysticks broken," you finally sit down for some food. Your stomach growls louder than a retro game boss, reminding you that even champions need to refuel. As your plate arrives, you nod approvingly, thinking, "This must be what Mario feels like when he finds a power-up mushroom". Bite by bite, you regain the strength to face another round of arcade chaos—or maybe just the courage to accept that you’ll never beat the high score set by that 12-year-old last week.

Well Bon appétit,  you gaming legend!