I’ve been trying to work up a post worthy of my level of disgust, after seeing Rick Baylesss in a Burger King commercial. Therefore, I’m not going to edit, I’m just going to let it spew.
TV cooks have been rapidly diminishing as far as creativity, artistry, and inspiration. Now, one of the most innovative local culinary artists, sells himself out, with a piss-poor attempt to get us to think that some processed food-like product, engineered to be identical in 11,350 restaurants in 58 countries worldwide, can replace the fresh, locally grown ingredients he’s promoted for years. It’s an assault on everyone who loves food as something more than something you can procure and shove in our mouths during our allocated 30-minute lunch hour.
Hopefully the foodies in Chicago will not stand for this culinary treason, and will run Rick and his restaurants out of town, just like the Trib did with his brother (Skip, an ex-Tribune reporter, allegedly was canned for staging a campaign to trade Sammy Sosa and Mark Grace away from the Cubs, also a treasonable offense).
I’m sure Rick will find work as a BK manager, working the grill in a rest stop franchise somewhere on an interstate in the southwest, in one of the hundreds of corporate food troughs that threaten the livelihoods of the endangered local diners, and mom and pop restaurants, which still serve food grown and prepared in their own state.