Telling people what they should be eating, based on nothing but absurd self-confidence, self-importance and the ability to Google unalloyed cobblers, isn’t clever. It isn’t kind. And it certainly isn’t helpful. It’s nasty and it’s dangerous. And if you’re thinking of emailing me to argue differently, please don’t. You won’t like the reply.
As always with the nauseating ‘Guardian’ columnists, the unspoken rule on anything they pontificate about is ‘but of course, I’m exempt’
Not really, writing a restaurant review is not akin to the dietary bollocks espoused by zealots on social media. AA Gill and Rayner describe the experience of eating in certain places: they don’t prescribe diets based on weird foodstuffs. As Mr Rayner himself says
It does seem all the gyp’s pushing Jay into grumpy old man territory- which i quite like, but not sure its the G readership’s preferred fodder.
Was that an admission that he (?) sends threatening or abusive emails? Has anyone told the feminist grauniad columnists?
A few good chuckles in that piece and the central tenet is entirely valid but, like Hallowed be, I doubt whether it will find favour with guardian readers who probably have progressive dietary theories which they promulgate tirelessly.
For a Grauniad article, I actually found this one amusing rather than anything else (clearly a reason for having Jay escorted from the premises post-haste).
So, not fat so much as “under-tall”. That explains everything. 🙂
Quite amusing. He’s always been a miserable bastard of course and his reviews of rubbish restaurants are his best. He is right about the ‘faddy diet as solution for life’ brigade too.
I can’t help thinking the Graun is on dodgy ground there; have they not espoused the nonsense of the virtues of organic food amongst other fads?
the best food critic ever was (imho) johnathan meades. his review of the hard rock cafe used 99 percent of the article explaining suspended motorbikes, etc. the last sentence was “by the way, the food was crap”
“Your time in this restaurant is done.”