I guess they could present a problem.

"When I was a kid", you ate whatever mom put on your plate. There were a lot of things we "learned to like". Things have changed, maybe for the better (and maybe not).

Your college story of "The summer of Burger King" reminded me of a similar experience.

I lived in my fraternity for one summer. (They were kind enough to rent rooms to sorority girls too- a motivating factor all it's own)

Well, the only thing that was kept stocked in the kitchen was peanut butter, bread and jelly so after those three months of PBJ, I don't share Larry's affinity for it.

But for Dinner each night, I’d go to Seven Eleven and grab three hotdogs for a buck and a 16oz. Budweiser to wash them down with. The two rush BBQs a week were a godsend.