I spend an inordinate amount of time deciding what and where I should eat.

I never leave the house and just grab the first thing I see, nor do I understand people who eat just for sustenance. I’ve withered away Saturday afternoons just deciding where I should grab a quick bite, as if I was deciding my last meal on earth. It's obsessive compulsive and not in a good way -- although OCD rarely ever is a good thing.

It’s sometimes nice when the decision is made for me and the pressure is off. The flipside is if the meal is lacklustre, I pout like a three-year-old child for the rest of the day and dissect what I should have eaten.

That was the case recently when I was slogging through the annoying throngs of Christmas shoppers in Central (is it me or does the commercialism of Christmas become grosser by the year?) and the better half suggested we go to the food court above the 360 supermarket in the Landmark.

I hesitated. I’d been before at lunch during the week when it becomes the de facto cafeteria for every worker in Central and let’s just say the people-watching was a lot more interesting than the food. I figured I’d give it another go, though. At least I’d have options.

As I made my first of two laps to scout the offerings, I knew I had made a mistake. Everything looked good but not great and the prices were definitely on the high side. You can’t argue with the variety. Sushi, southern US food, soups, salads, sandwiches, noodles, pizza, curry, Mexican, vegetarian, pasta.

I could see why people would end up here. It was for people that didn’t want to make decisions; for people who just wanted sustenance.

Being a sucker for Mexican food and not always loving the choices in Hong Kong, I ordered a burrito. The thing was massive (it should be for close to $80), but the construction was all wrong. Overstuffed with fillings, the thing was a soggy mess before I found a seat. There was no layering for that perfect bite. It became a fork and knife affair, but it didn’t matter with dry meat and undercooked beans. The giant log fell apart, along with my attitude for the rest of the day.

Why hadn’t I tried that new Thai place? Why not beef brisket noodles on Wellington Street? We should have gone to get a burger. Suffice to say the shopping the rest of the afternoon didn’t go swimmingly and I’m a bit afraid to see what might end up in my stocking.

More often than not the food court is great in theory, not in execution.

360, The Landmark, 15 Queens Rd, Central.