Are you a gourmet snob?
The chef's table
Located inside the kitchen, this ghastly idea has been introduced in
several restaurants (though Gordon Ramsay's is still considered the
ultimate) and throws foodies right in among the fire and knives.
Most foodies have never worked in a professional kitchen, so they are
oblivious to the deep, psychotic hatred that cooks hold for anyone or
anything that distracts them during service. Still, dining sumptuously
with a table of yapping sybarites while surrounded by overheated manual
workers does display a certain, pre-revolutionary elan. The fact that
they hate you and are armed with knives and boiling fat merely adds a
seasoning of danger.
Ironic food
Throughout history chefs have amused diners with little culinary jokes:
roast suckling pigs with peacock wings, pies full of blackbirds; not,
admittedly laugh-out-loud hysterical but enough to enliven a dull
banquet. The modern equivalent - "ironic" food - has a far more vital
purpose than mere entertainment. Foodies chortle wryly at a foie gras
hamburger in a brioche bun for the same reason that people laugh loudly
at all the references in Shakespeare in Love - to make sure you're
aware exactly how clever they are.
Ordering 'off-menu'
Having managed, by luck or influence, to get a booking at a top
restaurant, most people would be happy to choose from the menu. A
really high-grade foodie regards the menu as a list of raw materials
and, in a jaw-dropping display of arrogance, will discuss with the
waiter a completely new combination of the available ingredients.
Ordering "off-menu" is the foodie equivalent of skiing off-piste -
risky, performed by those with more confidence than ability, but
extraordinarily impressive if you can carry it off.
Kitchen slang
Foodies love the arcane patois of the professional kitchen and,
whenever possible, use it in general conversation. "Frying off", sounds
gratifyingly professional, which, of course, it is, in the right
circumstances. "I'll just pour two pints of industrial-grade grease
into this metre-square brat pan, fry off 800 battery chicken breasts,
slap them under the heat lamps and hope no one dies on my shift."
That's professional. "I'll fry off this Marks & Spencer salmon
fishcake," on the other hand, is just absurd.
Foodie/chef relationship
Foodies believe that no one appreciates great food like they do, except
maybe the person who cooked it. They believe they have a bond with the
chef and that making a little fuss in the restaurant, showing the staff
that they know what they're about, will result in better service,
better food and ultimately a visit by the man in white to meet the
erudite fellow gastronaut on table eight. No one has been brave enough
to ask chefs how they feel about this "bond" but it's a fair bet that
anyone who calls you out in the middle of service to have their ego
massaged with a discussion on the provenance of your mushrooms is not
going to stay your best mate for long.
Fats
A collection of oils arouses little comment these days, (at least three
single-estate olive oils and a bottle of Moroccan Argan are currently
de rigueur) but extreme foodies also collect solid fats. Pork, duck,
beef dripping, rendered pancetta trimmings, are all saved in little
jars at the back of the fridge. Sometimes at the end of the meal the
host may take a favoured friend over to view this little collection,
proudly pointing out the goose fat left over from Christmas. Few
civilians, with the exception of mass murderers, are entirely
comfortable with this disturbingly forensic display.
Molecular gastronomy
A term coined in 1969 by a French physicist called Hervé This,
who was attempting to popularise science through cooking. Foodies have
embraced this as the nearest thing to a movement currently available.
"Molecular gastronomy" is to blame for foams, food eaten blindfold,
liquid nitrogen in the kitchen and desserts served in syringes. Only a
real foodie can say "Molecular gastronomy" with an entirely straight
face and without making little quotation marks with his fingers.
Outrageous equipment
Now that merely "professional" equipment is available to any oaf with a
credit card, "specialist" or "bespoke" kit is a foodie essential. Take
knives as an example. Somewhere in a back street in Tokyo there's a
brilliant, wizened sashimi chef who was first allowed to slice fish
after 20 years of washing dishes for one of the great masters. This
sensei has been cutting sashimi for longer than you've been alive. He
doesn't need a £900 hand-forged sashimi knife, individually
weighted to fit his hand - though, apparently, a foodie who throws the
occasional dinner party for friends in Muswell Hill does.
Travel
The problem with the UK's culinary renaissance is that it's now too
easy to get great food. What was cutting-edge ethnic cuisine five years
ago is now available to anyone who can pierce the film and nuke it. For
a foodie to maintain distance from the merely discerning, travel and
research have become essential. We're not talking about touring France
for the 3-star restaurants here - that's for retired solicitors - we're
talking Vietnam for the frogs.
Collecting 'restos'
American foodies are in a different league and have taken to gastronomy
with a frightening enthusiasm. They began the trend for "collecting"
Michelin-starred restaurants, a sort of culinary Munro-bagging which
reduces the sublime to the level of "extreme" sport. They're also
responsible for the most egregious foodie pretension, just beginning to
creep into British usage, using the term "resto" as shorthand for
restaurant. Pray God we can pull together as a nation and stop this in
its tracks.
