Theres probably a name for it. If there isnt there should be. Burberryfication?
A lot of people who do travel I don't think actually enjoy it much but feel compelled to engage in status games.
Meanwhile the upper classes and aspiring upper classes understand that it doesn't give them status any more. This becomes "a lack of meaning" because it's well understood among the upper classes that directly gatekeeping status is vulgar.
I too realized just how pointless signs and driving laws were on my travels.
I gained a new appreciation that day for what "different culture" truly means, and has made me more tolerant to those who break social rules without malice. I knew all of that before, but that moment really helped me grok the concept.
To put it in algorithmic terms (this is HN after all): one could be stuck in a local maximum and not known it, and making a small jump in a completely random direction might be exactly what's needed to get out of there.
So the answer is almost always: certainly. Especially if we talk about Sichuan food - very hard to find the authentic stuff imho.
"when I was in Abu Dhabi, I went on a guided tour of a falcon hospital. I took a photo with a falcon on my arm. I have no interest in falconry or falcons, and a generalized dislike of encounters with nonhuman animals. But the falcon hospital was one of the answers to the question, “What does one do in Abu Dhabi?” So I went."
I think the author has bigger issues than travel.
But I didn’t love Vietnamese food until visiting Vietnam. Having been there, I now seek it out here.
Even though I had it on quite a few occasions as a kid.
This is _precisely_ why people need to travel: not to learn 5,000 years (good luck) but to appreciate that there's a helluva lot more than to a place.
And then I went there. Nothing could have prepared me for it. Seeing it for yourself is a whole different beast. It puts the whole thing in context.
Reducing a whole culture to a meal in a local approximation of its cuisine? Come on.
Hell, after living in Canada for two decades and consuming American culture ad nauseum, going there for a few days is always a mind trip. The magic happens in the details, not in the broad strokes. I wouldn't pretend to understand America because I ate at a fried chicken place.