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I have sort of a ‘car crash’ mentality with Pat Bruno: I find him to be far and away the worst writer—food or otherwise—working in Chicago print media, but I’m rather addicted to his mediocrity. For the pleasure and pain of his reviews, I’m willing to withstand the stupid and nonsensical turns of phrases, the arrogant and unhelpful recommendations he makes for dishes, and for his general inability to form grammatically correct sentences (see the first sentence of this week’s review on Zealous…did Conrad Black re-direct funds intended for hiring a copy editor to himself?)…
Here, however, is what I cannot stand (but only sometimes, apparently): someone who has no idea what he is talking about. And after lord knows how many years (I’ve been reading him since high school), I’m still convinced—cookbooks or not—that he knows little to nothing about food.
This is the paragraph that inspired the post:
“If only more restaurants had a handle on the flavor spectrum -- the range of values attached to each ingredient as a dish is conceived. For example, one of the appetizers at Zealous was composed of pristine sea scallops that had been delicately seared and paired with a ragout of cannellini beans (definitely not from a can) and chips of crispy pancetta. Basically three ingredients, but what a delicious trio it was.”
So typical of Bruno: he takes a term (“flavor spectrum”), obfuscates or erroneously reassesses the definition, and then is unable to articulate how such a concept is to be applied or how it should be used as a means of evaluation. Remember when he used to do this with “goodness” all the time? Here, the second and third sentence of the paragraph indicates he lacks both the ability to evaluate what he eats and the vocabulary to discuss food beyond menu descriptions; he cannot apply evidence to his argument or make an assertion beyond “what a delicious trio it was”. Most of the 10th and 11th graders I’ve taught can explain their evidence as means of supporting a thesis; Pat Bruno cannot.
Ah, catharsis. I feel great.