This will probably make my unpopular on this board, but I have to be honest: the reversal of the ban fills me with a hollow feeling -- not for the expected reasons (though I'll admit that prior to the ban, I was in the dark about how foie gras is cultivated, and I probably won't choose to eat it again), but because wasn't it sort of a community-building experience, all in all?
Think of all the in-jokes, the cocktail-party fodder, the great water-cooler conversations. Think of Doug Sohn's heroic acts of civil disobedience, and how much less foie meant to sausage when it was just (yawn) legal?
Didn't you secretly enjoy the ribbing you got from food lovers in other cities? The sincere sympathies they extended in your direction?
Think of how it was a kind of badge of honor to be the one American city to adopt such an unpopular and seemingly frivolous position . . . then realize it was sort of interesting to be a pioneer in standing for something, even something you may have found disagreeable?
And didn't foie gras taste just a little bit better, knowing it was forbidden?
I don't know: the reversal strikes me as just sort of middling, I guess. I'll be curious to see how foie lovers feel ordering it again once the ban has lifted. I know, I know, the reports will be glowing, and all this boo-hooing on my part will be my own isolated melancholy. But I can't help feeling like a helium balloon--so bright and red that it's embarrassing--has deflated, and now it's falling limply down the wall.