In Me Talk Pretty One Day, David Sedaris satirizes haute cuisine restaurants and their vertical foods, chronicling his trip to a restaurant that serves "suffocated peaches" in "aspirin sauce".
A chef friend of mine just sent me a link to the website of a restaurant called The Fat Duck.
This is what makes satire so difficult these days. Actual items from the Fat Duck's menu:
MANGO AND D0UGLAS FIR PUREE
LEATHER, OAK AND TOBACCO CHOCOLATES
SADDLE OF VENISON
Their "Philosophy" statement begins:
"No food is intrinsically disgusting".
So, they had to work at it.
Ever since I read this post, I've had the sentence "No________is intrinsically disgusting." going through my head. I fill the blank with whatever I'm walking past. No dog shit is intrinsically disgusting. No homeless guy is intrinsically disgusting.
Those Fat Duck people are geniuses, man. At this point I'd be willing to try festering boil pate.
Posted by: antigeist at 07.10.05 13:22it's not as good as it sounds.
Posted by: monk at 10.10.05 12:20Mummy, may I have more snail porridge?
No, darling, leave some for the birds. . .
Posted by: Janna at 10.10.05 23:19