
When it comes to locavorism, I fall firmly on the fence. I love locally grown produce in season, but I don't necessarily agree that it's always the best possible choice. I have been known to enjoy California strawberries, Dutch bell peppers and even South American asparagus. If it tastes good and the price is right, that's mostly what matters to me.
But will somebody please explain to me why any professional cook, even at the meanest diner or hot-dog stand, would send out tomatoes like this in high summer??? What possible excuse can there be for serving such pallid, tasteless, mushy things at the height of tomato season?
If it were February, I could understand it. (Of course, in February, I wouldn't order a BLT. But honestly, I've seen better-looking tomatoes than this at Jewel in mid-winter.)
I almost never make complaints at restaurants, but in this case I called for the manager and put the question to him. He looked at me like I was nuts. He had no idea what I was talking about. "What's wrong with the tomatoes?" he said. Even after I explained, he still looked like he thought I had a screw loose.
The restaurant in question is a busy Greek diner where the food is usually pretty good for its type. I won't name them because they are far, far, from alone in this. A few summers back, I did a survey of hot-dog stands in July, and ripe tomatoes were the exception rather than the rule.
I don't really care where the tomatoes come from, but I want them to be ripe and taste good. So, I should think, would everyone. Obviously, there's something I don't understand about restaurants and their produce suppliers.