Supposedly, variety is the spice of life. Actually, this is one of my favorite spices. Most I avoid.
The below photo illustrates a case in point. Yesterday, we enjoyed a fine lunch at a Michelin-starred restaurant. The meal could not have been better; the setting was refined.
Today, we had “lunch” at the Saturday farmers’ market. As the photo proves, we ate at the other end of the culinary spectrum. In spite of its meager appearance, the food and drink served their purposes: they filled my stomach and provided nourishment. Of course, German sausages tend to be rather tasty...
I am not impressed by the words “prize-winning”, regardless to what they are attached.
Today in a restaurant, I was offered a wine and told that it had won some prize. So? Only occasionally am I moved to ask about the “prize” and what attributes accounted for the recognition and then must endure sanctimonious gibberish. With wine, I know that it is good (ie. that I like the taste) after I have tried it. No prize adds to flavor or enjoyment, but surely massages the ego of the winner and makes money for the organizer.
I have had good experience with Michelin Guide ratings of hotels and restaurants, with only the occasional disappointment. But, that is not a prize, but rather an evaluation. I would always choose a three star restaurant over a prize-winning restaurant.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.