I’m a bit tired and sunburnt tonight, so forgive me while I have a bit of a tanty. But, why is it lately that main course dishes let me down so? I have had countless entrees that have thrilled me to the back palette with innovative flavours and design. Yet time and again I have been uninspired by main course menus and thoroughly under-whelmed by main course flavours and textures. Do restaurants have separate chefs designing their entrée courses? Is the domain of main courses the elephants’ graveyard of the kitchen, the knackers yard of the sad, bored, and bereft? Or is there a Main Course Gulag where short, stumpy, hairy, be-warted chef-trolls slave away in chains?
Worse still, the truth: The main course is the money shot. Let the chefs have their head with the entrée, but make sure Nanna is satisfied with her main. PLEASE! Give me credit for some intelligence! Don’t expect that a ridiculous amount of something-mash is going to excite me. It won’t! Don’t expect me to dutifully order an entrée and a main just cos that’s what I’m supposed to do. I won’t!
I have stopped ordering main courses. I’ll leave them for someone else to be disgruntled with. From now on I will order two entrees because the sheer volume of food in most mains is gratuitous and offensive. Or I will order an entrée and a salad because they are the most interesting items on your menus. But most perniciously, I will only order an entrée because you don’t deserve over twenty bucks for a plate of boredom!
GW the HRB