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  • Alex James’ fast food gospel

    January 24, 2012 @ 2:21 pm | by Jim Carroll

    Times are tough and we all need to get paid. Considering the bills from the Harvest festival which was held on his farm last year, perhaps Alex James needed the cash from The Sun for his quite remarkable feature on fast food in the paper last week. The piece by “Blur rocker and Sun food columnist” was a paean to fast food giants McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken and Greggs, full of statistics (“more than half of meals eaten out in the UK are fast food, which accounts for 5.54 billion meals a year in the UK”), weird one-liners (“in the end it boils down to lots of people getting up early and working really hard”) and photos of the author trying to look cheesey, ironic and slightly embarrased all at the same time. Bet KFC reckon they’re shoe-ins for the catering contract on the next Blur tour after this.

    Naturally, there was plenty of coverage of James’ fast food rave online, including an exchange in the Observer between the newspaper’s restaurant reviewer Jay Rayner and food writer and bakery owner Tim Hayward. As you can imagine – it’s the fecking Observer, after all – neither were quite supporting James’ loved-up views on fast food, though Rayner praised how McDonald’s had changed their food processes. Both, however, believed that James’s “roll over and tickle my tummy” piece (per Hayward) to be “stupid”, “infantile” and “irresponsible”.

    Of course, the fast food industry largely ignores such bleatings. It’s an industry and industries are about scale (in every sense of the word). People are chugging along to their nearest fast food joint and loading up their trays without really thinking about the health and long-term economic outcome of that burger and fries. Folks are hungry, folks want to eat and folks go to fast food joints to scratch that itch. That’s the message which the fast food giants send out there via articles like the one penned by James.

    Sure, there are occasional salves by the industry to the conscience (the salads, the low-fat options, the ads emphasising that there are chefs of some stripe in the kitchen), but the bulk of the profit on the bottom line comes from the big guns on the menu rather than any of the trimmings. Even the flurry of boutique fast food oulets like Nando’s which have popped up recently subscribe to this rudimentary food industry logic.

    The arguments also remain the same. Those who point the finger at the fast food industry’s ways and means face charges of snobbery, while those who row in behind the burgers and fries brigade are accused of championing obesity and other ills. It’s an argument which neither side is going to win because the issue, like so many contentious issues of this ilk, is far too big and too diverse to be dealt with in pithy soundbites and accusations. And the will to change the discourse and tackle the issue properly is just not there.

    Most people’s relationship with food is that it’s just fuel to fill their belly and there’s little thought given to what went into what’s on the plate or the long-term implicatons of that diet. That direct co-relationship between food and health is never questioned until a doctor or hospital consultant steps in many years later wearing a serious look on his/her face and clutching a clipboard with some test results. All those warnings and campaigns (such as Jamie Oliver’s school dinners and Minister of Food campaigns) are too often overlooked or rubbished until it’s too late. As long as the fast food industry can find gullible galoots like the bass-player from an indie band to shill for them in the pages of a popular newspaper, the real discussion will never be had.

  • Moz poses his omnivore fans a dilemma

    June 17, 2011 @ 10:00 am | by Jim Carroll

    Every week in The Ticket, we ask a musician about what’s on their rider. The rider is that fabled document listing the demands and extras the act wishes to have for their gig.

    Most are not very extravagant, just seeking beers and sandwiches or, occasionally, clean socks and postcards. Some, like Katy Perry, compile outlandish multi-page riders which end up for our amusement on websites like the Smoking Gun.

    Then, there’s Morrissey. This week, we learned just how far some promoters are prepared to go to book the singer.

    On August 4, Moz plays the Lokerse Feesten festival in Belgium, which will be foregoing sales of such delicacies as horse sausages and snails for the day.

    In order to make sure the vegetarian performer feels comfortable, the festival food stalls will instead be switching to “an array of healthy vegetarian dishes”.

    It’s not an one-off, with Morrissey usually seeking a guarantee that no meat products are cooked or sold at the venue on the day of his gigs. According to one Scottish promoter who works with the singer, this also means “no staff can consume meat on the day of his peformance”.

    While it’s one thing for the act to insist on vegetarian catering for themselves, it does seem rather extreme to demand that those working at and attending the show must also adhere to your food preferences. After all, many vegetarians would be quite rightly up in arms if meat-eaters demanded meat-only catering.

    But it’s Morrisey and it seems that promoters are prepared to put up with such food fascism. Let’s hope for all concerned that the gigs are a sell-out. At least, the singer won’t be able to blame a flop gig on the distraction caused by the whiff of a greasy burger.

  • Would you like fried chicken with that? Yeahhh bwoyyy!

    January 28, 2011 @ 10:00 am | by Jim Carroll

    There are some stories which land on the OTR desk and make us cackle with glee. To be honest, any story these days which doesn’t involve the music industry doing really stupid things to annoy music fans is going to cause some lulz.

    This week, it’s the tale of Flavour Flav and his prospective chain of Flav’s Fried Chicken restaurants which stands out from the crowd. Hey, what’s not to like about Flavour Flav and fried chicken?

    The Public Enemy wingman with a penchant for oversized timepieces has opened his first fried chicken joint in Clinton, Iowa. The 26,000 people who live in the town, which gave the world Godfather’s Pizza founder William Theisen, will be the first to find off if there’s a bang of KFC off a bucket of FFC.

    In fact, just to signal his intent in the fried chicken wars (you did know about the fried chicken wars, right?), Flav’s first fast food restaurant is located right next door to a KFC outlet. The Colonel is believed to be non-plussed by the competition, especially as that KFC outlet has been in business since 1963 and has seen off six or seven other competitiors in that time.

    Yet every hip-hop act worth their gold teeth and Jacob the Jeweler loyalty card knows that the game is all about expansion and tweaking the brand. As Dan Charnas points out in his excellent book “The Big Payback” about the history of the hip-hop business, hip-hop has always been about that blending of art and commerce.

    Back when Flav was a Def Jam pin-up, though, no-one probably thought the day would come when he was flogging fried chicken in a strip-mall in Iowa. Hmmm, it would make a great TV show all the same….

  • Pork crisis update: relief for Irish indie rock scene as Ham Sandwich cull called off

    December 10, 2008 @ 2:10 pm | by Jim Carroll

    You couldn’t make this up. Per the European Food Safety Authority, “there are no adverse health effects to the consumption of Irish pork contaminated with dioxins”.

    They continue: “if a person ate an average amount of Irish pork daily since September 1st, 10 per cent of which was contaminated with the highest recorded concentration of dioxins, there would be “no concern” for human health.”

    Makes you wonder what all the fuss was about these last few days. Now, anyone for a fry-up?

  • Campaigning with Jamie

    October 15, 2008 @ 9:42 am | by Jim Carroll

    Jay Rayner’s review of Jamie’s Italian, a new chain of restaurants from Jamie Oliver, probably summed up the chef for many. Writing in last Sunday’s Observer, Rayner reckoned the joint had been put together with regard to “the buzz words to associate with brand Jamie – all that ‘authentic’ ‘rustic’ ‘pukka’ ‘matey’ bollocks you have to wade through before you get to the essence of what Jamie Oliver is about.”

    For many, that’s Oliver in a flavour shaker, the cheeky chappie splashing a big lug of olive oil into a pan while addressing his audience as either ‘mate’ or ‘darling’. It’s a schtick which has served him well, with a full shelf of best-selling cookbooks, an annual TV series and restaurant ventures like Jamie’s Italian and Fifteen to his name.

    But over the last few years, Oliver has ventured beyond the comfort zone inhabited by most of his peers. It began with Jamie’s Kitchen, a TV show focusing on his efforts to open a high-end London restaurant, Fifteen, staffed by a bunch of disadvantaged kids. The restaurant opened – and it’s still open – and has led to other Fifteens in Amsterdam, Melbourne and Cornwall. That led to Jamie’s School Dinners, his attempt to improve the standard of British school meals.

    The latest TV-led healthy eating campaign (naturally accompanied by a book in the shops for the Christmas) is Jamie’s Ministry of Food. It’s a four-part series about turning Rotherham into the culinary capital of Britain. What Oliver is trying to do is get the townfolk to learn how to cook fresh food and then pass on the recipes and cooking methods to friends and family.

    Leaving aside the cumbersome TV structure – the director’s need for a narrative and good/bad characters infringes a lot on what Oliver is trying to do (there are too many shots of the chef looking pensive or pissed-off, for a start, though they have found a fascinating character in Mick the Miner) – it’s an audacious undertaking. Rotherham’s citizens are probably typical of many around the UK (and Ireland) in how they approach food. It’s fuel, something to be consumed quickly before moving on to something else. Fast-food, takeaways and snacks dominate the menu. One of Oliver’s cooks existed largely on bags of crisps before he arrived in town and I’m sure she wasn’t the only one in that regard.

    Oliver is the cheer-leader for a completely different way of looking at food and is naturally appalled by what he finds in the town. His great scheme is to change how the good folk of Rotherham regard food which will, he hopes, encourage other towns to follow suit. He’s taking his cues in this regard from the Ministry of Food, a UK government body which gave advice on cooking and the use of rations in the post-war years.

    The culture clashes between Oliver and Rotherham are fascinating to watch. There is always a danger in this situation that the chef will come across as self-righteous and over-bearing, but what saves Oliver from pomposity is the zeal for what he is doing. After all, he could make far handier and easier money doing something more pukka, like plugging a supermarket or doing bespoke cooking classes or writing another book about scootering around Italy. Instead, he’s spending his Saturday afternoons listening to 5,000 people calling him a fat bastard at a football ground to focus on an issue which very few others would bother their hoop with.

    So can the campaign succeed? On one level, it already has because of reviews and features about the show. But the problem is that those who will read and see these are probably already part of an Oliver-friendly constituency. The real challenge comes in towns and villages and suburbs who couldn’t give a batter burger about Oliver and fancy food. While the TV show is doing its best to turn the whole shebang into some kind of X Factor finale – breathless voiceovers about problems and setbacks to come in the final episode – the truth of the matter came home to Oliver when he decided to knock on some doors in the town and see if people actually knew about what was going on. Most of them hadn’t even heard about the Ministry of Food. Not that this stopped Oliver in his tracks – he just went off and found another way around. You really can’t knock enthusiasm like that.

    (You can watch the shows to date online at Channel 4)

  • No jokes about roasts please

    February 5, 2008 @ 6:39 pm | by Jim Carroll

    Tip o’ the hat to The Fan for the heads-up on this beaut. We’ll be bringing you Brazil eating their bacon and cabbage tomorrow. Promise.

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  • The picture that says it all

    August 30, 2007 @ 2:34 pm | by Jim Carroll

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  • The pies have it

    July 31, 2007 @ 8:46 am | by Jim Carroll

    The best pies at the Electric Picnic (and as Una points out, at the Ben & Jerrys Sundae Festival in London at the weekend) are always at the Pieminister stall. Mmm, we can taste that Arriba Bandito pie already…

    And, from the same good news department that first told you Wilco were playing Ireland this autumn, it seems that Pieminister are on their way to Dublin to open not one but TWO Pieminister outlets in the next few months. One will be in Temple Bar and one will be near Wexford Street/Camden Street. Like we said, mmmm.

  • The difference between Oxegen and Electric Picnic? Chips

    May 15, 2007 @ 9:26 am | by Jim Carroll

    Seriously, this is what it comes down to. Chips. French fries. Wedges. You won’t find them inside the walls at Thomas Cosby’s Stradbally Hall estate (anyway, who needs chips when you have Pieminister?), but there are chips galore at Punchestown.

    Food and Drink
    We’ve got lots of fantastic food to keep you going right through the weekend. There’s Fair Trade, organic and gourmet choices with tastes from around the globe, from Chinese and Indian to Spanish, Mexican and Italian. We’ve got crepes, waffles, tofu and of course quality burgers and chips – Whatever takes your fancy we’ll be serving it up all weekend.

    Forget the bands and the campsites and the Oxegen kids vs the Electric Picnic twenty/thirty/fortysomethings – it’s all about the chips.


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