America’s Revenge
Today it was announced that Cadbury agreed to a takeover bid from Kraft foods. The Brits have resisted since September, but the bid became too good for the chairman to refuse.
The British public is aghast at the thought that an American multinational could take over this 186 year old institution. For my part, I’m concerned that good old Cadbury chocolate might become corrupted by this ubiquitous American food processor.
The deal won’t be final until Cadbury shareholders hold a vote. All we can hope, until then, is that the British stage their own version of the Boston tea party.
Eating Locally
We spent the weekend in the Boston area visiting my sister and her family. After seeing the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science, we toured some of the local historic sites, and followed that with a trip to Faneuil Hall, the famous Boston landmark that’s kind of an upscale food court. After reviewing the many possibilities for lunch, I had to go with the Boston clam chowder. There’s no better way to get a taste for the region than through their local specialities. It was a good decision.
My Husband Wanted Me to Tell You About This Place
Subtitle: Stupidity in the Name of Freedom
These fries would fit in just fine at the Heart Attack Grill.
So, there’s been some buzz lately about this restaurant in Arizona called the Heart Attack Grill. It actually makes me uncomfortable talking about it, because I’d hate for someone to think that I’m endorsing the place. But, they can thank me anyway because there’s no such thing as bad publicity, right?
This restaurant has been established, from what I can tell, as a rebellion against the healthy food advice we’re always hearing about in the media. Not only do they serve huge cheeseburgers, hold the lettuce, but you can get that in quadruple size – the Quadruple Bypass Burger. Oh, yippee. They may hold back on the lettuce, but there’s no holding back on the gimmicks in the Heart Attack Grill. There’s no diet soda to be found in the place, but there are cheese fries and unfiltered cigarettes. The owner walks around pretending he’s a doctor to check your heart, and scantily clad waitresses dressed as nurses do their best to add to the heart attack excitement.
A little rebellion is fine in my book. I have no tolerance for a nanny state that tells us what we should eat and tries to impose taxes on soft drinks to control the public’s unhealthy behavior, forces restaurants to post nutrition information, and pushes them to cut salt. I think we’re all adults and can make our own choices.
But, please, don’t make this choice. Just because you can get a quadruple bypass burger doesn’t mean you should. Sorry Joe, I won’t be visiting that restaurant with you any time soon.