Or maybe it's just me. But these days I'm getting more of those who-do-food-bloggers-think-they-are sentiments.
Worse, why do they take the fun out of eating? As you can tell, I'm hoping that typing in large fonts helps bring my point across. Does food blogging take the fun out of eating?
1. To our long-suffering family and friends: Watching that hot plate lose its sizzle right before your very eyes must have made you wonder what you did to deserve such treatment. To us food bloggers, while taking those dozen shots of tofu, do we actually expect that humble piece of beancurd to metamorphosize into an organic soy cube that practices hatha yoga? Om. No.
You still have friends who want to dine with you? Ok read on ...
2. To our friends who aren't as fussy. When you read that we have had a less than impressive meal, do you start to take on some of the blame? Or do you wonder if we were paying more attention to the crumble (and not your grumbles)?
3. To other patrons in the restaurant. Once, I was doing lunch at Tatsuya when I had the misfortune of being seated next to 2 women who maxed out the space of their memory card by taking pictures of themselves alone AND together, with the sushi counter, of the sushi chefs and their food with -pause- camera flash. Hello, the Merlion is (points that way)?!
4. To self. Some of us seem to think that we are the Sons and Daughters of Heaven, bestowed with the golden mandate of critique, with tastebuds too delicate for day-old sashimi and too-rich molten chocolate cakes. Maybe we could learn to downsize our egos, instead of hallucinating that we are Anton Egos in the making.
On a separate note, I no longer trust reviews of invited food tastings. It becomes so meaningless when someone raves about a restaurant, then writes ,”I will not rate this as it was an invited review” or “I can’t give an accurate assessment of the service as it was an invited… ” What bollocks.
Food bloggers, nay! Who the hell do they think they are?
ok, done with my rant.