You should probably be doing something else right now, shouldn’t you? But here you are, browsing through Salmaland (for which I thank you), looking for new food thrills to chase down. Might you suffer from a disorder — say, Restaurant A.D.D.? Until the condition makes it into the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, we won’t know for sure. But my essay in the July issue of Food & Wine, on “The Rise of Restaurant A.D.D.” makes a stab at a diagnosis. As diseases go, this is not a bad one to have. A little expensive, a little time-consuming, sure. Could even get you fired if you’re not careful. (A woman who showed up at NYC’s short-lived Cookie Bar pop-up store, mentioned in my story, had to tell her boss she was running to Duane Reade for a minute— but I left her out of the essay lest her boss stumble into it.) My essay is mostly about pop-up restaurants, and limited-edition menu items, and the kinds of ephemeral, vanishing, get-it-while-you-can food experiences that seem to be everywhere right now. But if you need a new restaurant to try every time you go out, you’re probably one of the disease’s silent victims too. Stay tuned for treatment solutions. In the meantime, the doctor is in: Salmaland is always here for you.