Tuesday, September 29, 2009

deconstructing food criticism

I know I’ll get rapped for this post. I always do when I venture into the jungle of “the critically inclined.” But I can't take the safe path here. I feel I should speak out. On behalf of all the cooks out there who try to do the right thing but fail with the unforgiving public, for (according to me) all the wrong reasons.

Here’s my point: it's too easy to lay on the negatives onto a dining experience. Admittedly, we all like to stab away at someone else's craft. It makes us appear that much better at our own.

And we all want to be the ultimate judge, the critic par excellence. We never understand why the newspapers don't want to pay us for our brilliant insights on what we eat. We can find fault! Just listen! (And suddenly we imagine ourselves to be quite in league with those who are paid to come up with something that is off-putting about Le Bernardin (top rated seafood restaurant in NY). We forget that there's good reason why you and I are not paid to offer our opinions on Le Bernardin.)


Maybe you are different, maybe you want the world on your plate every time you eat out. Not me. I want this: I want the cook to use fresh ingredients as much as possible (so I hope you'll feel free to criticize places that use canned or processed foods, unless we’re talking about very cheap meals). I want the cook to offer me something that I cannot easily whip up at home. And here’s the final one – I want to enjoy the meal.

Now, granted, I have been a relentless critic of the American dining experience and so who am I to now plead with others to lay off a bit on the knocks and punches?

I think it’s for this reason: I wish we would be in agreement about the basics! I wish we would judge eateries first and foremost for the ingredients they use (and if the place doesn’t measure up at this level, I wish we would explore the reason why – because often times it says more about us and what we have come to expect, than about the restauranteur). After that, I wish we were more forgiving.

In years of travel, especially within France (you know France: that ridiculously fussy country as far as food goes?), I have rarely seen anyone show signs of displeasure when eating out. Maybe it’s the wine that knocks out their senses, but really, I think it’s something else: the French seem to approach things with perspective. The food's not good today? Well, does the cook shop at the local market? Yes? You’ve seen him there? Then we won't complain. We'll eat and enjoy and look forward to an even better meal tomorrow!

I like that attitude. It’s filled with hope and compassion. Of course, if tomorrow it all tastes wretched again, and the week after he (it's rarely a she, but that's another story) fails yet one more time, then there’s the ultimate revenge – the patron doesn't return. The place stands empty and eventually the cook will try his hand at something else. Maybe basket weaving or velo maintenance. But until that day, he’ll have had the locals stand behind him. Willing him to do better.


Uff. That was hard. I hate to sound so critical, even if the criticism is against those who choose to write critically about the efforts of others. Let me finish off with something innocuous. Like the weather. Sure was windy today. At the bus stop, I watched her amply twirled and twisted hair blow in every conceivable direction.


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6 comments:

  1. I started reading (a few days ago) My Life in France by Julia Child. She talks about this very thing.. how fresh ingredients make all the difference. Fascinating book.

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  2. It's usually a lack of effort that makes me critical.

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  3. What happened to you today? :) NY Times?

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  4. julie: I think we are a nation of people with a very odd attitude toward eating. We're highly critical of foods and restaurants in some ways (I would argue in irrelevant ways) and accepting, nay, endorsing of a food industry that is absolutely toxic. But more specifically, I read a blogpost where a blogger and her commenters trashed a place for what to me were absurd reasons and it hit me. Something about the ugliness of it just got to me.

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  5. I was lucky to have a mom that shunned junk food in the sixties and seventies. She wasn't a great cook by any means, but she drilled it into me that the only thing that matters is the ingredients. That's it.

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  6. Publicly trashing a place of business (as opposed to my style of trashing a place at intimate dinner parties) is really bad form especially on a blog-but that's the Internet isn't it? I actually dined with the food critic for the Philadelphia Inquirer and the amount of research invested and actual eating he did in a place before publishing his review was painstaking. Eating with him was not fun at all. It was work even as his guest.

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