I think after coming back from a multi-year near-death survival experience on Mars eating only boiled potatoes grown in human poo, some fresh McDonald's french fries would hit the spot, followed a few hours later by a pizza and a six pack, while sitting in a park under a beautiful blue sky overlooking a blue river under green trees and gulping in actual breathable air with wind blowing in my hair, and watching girls walk by, actual girls, not pictures on a NASA laptop or the same 2 astronaut women I had to look at for the last however many months it took me to get back here on the Hermes. I would never listen to disco again, but I'd have headphones on with some Miles Davis.
But that's just me.