A few weeks ago when I passed through Des Moines I had BBQ at Jethro’s. It markets itself as a manly restaurant. Also a food competition type place, what’s manly about extreme consumption I don’t now. So not only am I a jerk, I am also not manly.
There’s no question that I’m a snob. I come by it honestly, quick story. At 5 the whole family had a formal dinner at a local fine dining restaurant where I grew up in Montreal. The waiter and the chef decided that, at 5, I should eat just the melon from a melon ball -prosciutto appetizer. I raised hell, and got my prosciutto. There is simply no substitute, and one must make their position known should something be unacceptable.
A few times in conversations I have been told not to, “Jew me down.” So I guess there’s that too. In any event, I suppose if you asked around to enough folks you would find a few more choice words that have been thrown around town in my direction, some based on fact, some fiction.
So yes, I’m a jerk cause I want to see an organic, and sustainable food system replace ours. I must also be a loser, cause I am losing the war against shit food, hands down-getting slaughtered. A short, little slightly over weight, snobby, plain looking, foul mouthed, loser, high handicapping —mad lib— , what did I miss?, jerk.
Now that we got out of the way.
Can we get down to what really matters, our world?