In a divisive, financially drained, fear-deluged post-9/11 era during which every cent counts, the choices we make around travel and dining out are fraught with anxiety. If we're already worried about whether the stranger behind us in line is the next Fort Hood gunman and whether we'll still be employed -- or alive -- six months from now, then hotel rooms and restaurant meals take on whole new meanings, from Can I afford this? to Is this meal my last?