A couple jobs ago, in a time when going to lunch with coworkers was a routine thing, I developed a bit of a reputation among my “ladies who lunch” group for always ordering the weirdest item on the menu. Granted, we mostly went to standard American cafés and gastropubs, so there was never anything truly crazy on offer– just, say, anchovy fillets on a salad, or mussels from the appetizer menu when everybody else was getting burgers– but my preferences were noticeable enough that they earned me some affectionate teasing. “Ooh, there’s squid on the menu– are you gonna order…