Every time I eat food brought in by a drug rep I feel like the politicians that accept campaign funds from questionable sources with questionable motives but swear they won't let it affect their decision-making. It's like tainted, bribe food.
But then the smooth-talking drug rep walks in and the spell of the food-bribe is broken. As soon as the drug rep's mouth opens, I am 100% sure that the food bribe will have no effect on my prescribing. Smooth-talk always throws my red flags up.
And thank goodness, because the food is so much more tasty when it doesn't have that nasty guilty aftertaste.