Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Mercredi, c'est ravioli.
Compare and contrast. Meredith in June 2006:
At some point a lexicographer ...will trace the origin of the currently fashionable "small plates" menu appellation. He'll no doubt mention that it was an outgrowth of an earlier fad for tapas — the bar snacks popular, even essential, in Spain to bridge the long gap between the midday meal and the traditional 10 p.m. — or later — dinner. He may even be able to trace the first appearance of the phrase... I'm used to taking a couple of bites of every dish on the table, so enforced grazing doesn't throw me, but more than a few people have told me that they just don't get the small-plates concept. They're used to ordering a course or two, according to their hunger, and enjoying every bite themselves. And it's less food for more money, I've been told...
Meredith today:
I'm not wholly sold on the idea of small plates as a completely satisfying dining experience, especially when the plates themselves look like dollhouse versions of complicated fancy fare, rather than the straightforward Spanish tapas that inspired the fashion. When there are more than two of you at the table, I find such dishes awkward to share, and frequently I'm not satisfied by the mouthful I'm able to try. Sometimes it's as if the small-plates trend is reminiscent of the worst excesses of the nouvelle-cuisine movement, often characterized by wags as "less food for more money."
That is quite a feat: she is plagiarizing herself, while contradicting herself at the same time (in June, she does not mind eating a few bites; next January, she is not satisfied by the mouthful she tries). Well, if there is a cliché to abuse, Meredith is there for you.
In a special node to Winky (that is in a reference which makes absolutely no sense), she writes about lunch celebrating the discovery of our long-lost East Coast cousin Gwen, who turns out to live in Presidio Heights. Does that mean that Presidio Heights is on the East Coast? Did the flyover states just got obliterated, I haven't seen that news yet. Or is it the East Coast that has been long-lost? Where did I put New-York, I'm sure I left it somewhere in the kitchen table. Or is there a special variety of cousins, the East Coast cousins, as there are French poodles or Belgian waffles?
In that same sentence, she writes: But our attention...is focused on food. Good thing for a food review! Thanks for pointing it out! Glad we got this cleared out of the way.
Then, she gives US the nod: [We] leave the rest [of a lobster dish] to our mother, the Lobster Queen of the Bay Area. This blog has been calling Meredith the Lobster Queen of the Bay Area for so long (and Our Lady of the Fine Foods, and la Virgen de la Langosta), it is sinking in. Of course, she blames it on her mom, as if Meredith ever misses to order lobster, with or without her mom.
At some point a lexicographer ...will trace the origin of the currently fashionable "small plates" menu appellation. He'll no doubt mention that it was an outgrowth of an earlier fad for tapas — the bar snacks popular, even essential, in Spain to bridge the long gap between the midday meal and the traditional 10 p.m. — or later — dinner. He may even be able to trace the first appearance of the phrase... I'm used to taking a couple of bites of every dish on the table, so enforced grazing doesn't throw me, but more than a few people have told me that they just don't get the small-plates concept. They're used to ordering a course or two, according to their hunger, and enjoying every bite themselves. And it's less food for more money, I've been told...
Meredith today:
I'm not wholly sold on the idea of small plates as a completely satisfying dining experience, especially when the plates themselves look like dollhouse versions of complicated fancy fare, rather than the straightforward Spanish tapas that inspired the fashion. When there are more than two of you at the table, I find such dishes awkward to share, and frequently I'm not satisfied by the mouthful I'm able to try. Sometimes it's as if the small-plates trend is reminiscent of the worst excesses of the nouvelle-cuisine movement, often characterized by wags as "less food for more money."
That is quite a feat: she is plagiarizing herself, while contradicting herself at the same time (in June, she does not mind eating a few bites; next January, she is not satisfied by the mouthful she tries). Well, if there is a cliché to abuse, Meredith is there for you.
In a special node to Winky (that is in a reference which makes absolutely no sense), she writes about lunch celebrating the discovery of our long-lost East Coast cousin Gwen, who turns out to live in Presidio Heights. Does that mean that Presidio Heights is on the East Coast? Did the flyover states just got obliterated, I haven't seen that news yet. Or is it the East Coast that has been long-lost? Where did I put New-York, I'm sure I left it somewhere in the kitchen table. Or is there a special variety of cousins, the East Coast cousins, as there are French poodles or Belgian waffles?
In that same sentence, she writes: But our attention...is focused on food. Good thing for a food review! Thanks for pointing it out! Glad we got this cleared out of the way.
Then, she gives US the nod: [We] leave the rest [of a lobster dish] to our mother, the Lobster Queen of the Bay Area. This blog has been calling Meredith the Lobster Queen of the Bay Area for so long (and Our Lady of the Fine Foods, and la Virgen de la Langosta), it is sinking in. Of course, she blames it on her mom, as if Meredith ever misses to order lobster, with or without her mom.
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Comments:
i don't know how you do it, ced. those are 1,287 words that i will NOT be reading any time soon.
(although i will be cutting & pasting and churning them through a word counter...)
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