(Christopher Weyant cartoon / caglecartoons.com) “Buffets Are Back — With New Policies and Gloves,” blared the headline recent on the front page of The Wall Street Journal. That was welcome news for my pandemic-weary family. I was afraid such wide-open dining would go the way of the dinosaur. (“Look out! The asteroid is headed for the chocolate fountain!” “Mmm ... chocolate-covered asteroid ...”) I’m exhausted by all the paranoid workarounds of the past year: mile-long drive-through lines, “grab the takeout bag and get out of our lobby, Typhoid Mary,” Saint Bernards bearing kegs of sweet tea, sandwiches fired from T-shirt cannons, etc.