I was reading the NY Times Op-Ed page recently and found this piece by Nora Ephron. Is it just me, or is this the most grating, whiney, annoying bit of self-indulgence ever memorialized in print?
Poor Nora is annoyed at sea salt, and at pepper grinders, and glassware selection for Pellegrino, and at the size of dessert spoons, and at servers who dare to speak to her and her dining companions. Her "problems" only afflict those fortunate enough to dine regularly at white-tablecloth restaurants, and for more well-adjusted diners, I'd doubt they're problematic. What possessed the Times to print this drivel? It belongs in her diary, where it will be safely locked away from the rest of the world, so nobody else has to put up with it... or do any of our fellow eGulletiers share her concerns?
I agree wholeheartedly!
The piece has no humor whatsoever.
A good rant can be hilarious--the over the top nature and out of proportion anger and frustration are pretty funny as are pieces loaded with sarcasm.. Bourdain is a master.
This isn't even a poor rant.
Goin the other way and being subtle and clever is also funny. Calvin Trillen or Steingarten etc
This ain't that either.
What it is --is a humorless, unclever whine by a notoriously self absorbed woman.
Even someone with a modicum of intelligence and a modest sense of humor could do a decent job skewering the affectations and customs of modern dining.
I will also add that I am sick and tired of writers of all political persuasions gratuitously interjecting their politics into non political pieces.
But then what do I know--Charlie Rose seems to like her!