Ordering food on your phone may save time, but for Josephine Tovey, the bitter aftertaste became too hard to swallow
About two months ago I deleted Uber Eats from my phone.
Not because I didn’t like using it. I loved it. Ordering precisely what you feel like eating, silently and seamlessly, only to have that hot meal delivered to your door within about 30 minutes is an obscene luxury, for a small fee. It’s the kind of service-on-demand once reserved for the ultra wealthy. Now regular, middle-class nobodies lying hungover on their couches, working late in their living rooms, or isolating at home during a pandemic (all me) can do it too.
Ultra-convenience is addictive
Cooking is one of those activities that requires both your hands and all your attention
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