ELV has been feeling a bit under the weather lately, so his postings have been few and far between over the past few days.
And by “few and far between” he means non-existent.
So while we are getting back into the swing of things, we thought we’d post this link to an anti-food, anti-foodie, anti-food-writing, anti-Michael Pollan, just-about-anti-everything-related-to-good-food-diatribe in this month’s Atlantic Monthly.
Its author, B.R. Myers, will never be mistaken for B. R. Guest, but does make a number of valid points about the boorishness of Bourdain and the pretentiousness of Pollan (and their acolytes), along with cold-eyed stare and the general elitist nature of much of the current generation’s fascination with food (Celebrity butchers? Pul-eeze), and offers up a number of zingers that are dead on, such as: “…grilled loin and rack of Magruder Ranch veal as a typical (Chez Panisse) offering which is sustainable only because so few people can afford it.”
As if to drive the point home, Salon.com’s Francis Lam posted this article yesterday about how much business Applebee’s, Olive Garden, and Red Lobster do on Valentine’s Day.
Because nothing says “I love you” like a Never Ending Pasta Bowl, or a passel of Southeast Asian fetid frozen shrimp.
Here is Lam’s somewhat over-reactive/defensive review of Myers’ essay. Both authors make a number of valid points, whether it’s Myers’ faux-populist rantings or Lam’s jihad against the jihadist, but both fail to capture, discuss, illuminate or appreciate the personal romance many people have with food — be it a Hostess Twinkie, caviar, or a perfectly roast chicken.
Bottom line: A vast majority of Amuricans just want to eat cheap and fast, and it’s tilting at windmills to think otherwise.
PS: If you’re wondering why ELV didn’t do anything about Valentine’s Day or Valentine’s Day dining out, or romantic meals or whatever yesterday, it’s because Valentine’s Day is the ultimate cliché…and ELV doesn’t do clichés…even ones that will get him laid.