THE BAG MAN GETS WIRED


We always wonder what’s up with the Province. Especially when we are trying to find their food columnist Mark Laba’s latest restaurant review online. The newspaper doesn’t always post it and when they do, finding it is as difficult and time consuming as getting through to a government agency by phone.

Need more shame of Brittany? Or photos of the latest breath inhaled by the Joie-Pitt family? The Prov wants you to have it without having to put down your Tim Horton's cup OR your #3 breakfast burrito. But their own best local talent? Forget it. Which only goes to prove the old saying that you are never a profit in your own home town.

Well, luckily for us all, and especially for CF’ers because we can always do with the jumpstart of a good laugh in the morning, Mark Laba now his own website up and running. He calls it the Polyester Palate. Which we didn’t see the humour in until we did a Google job on the word and discovered that a polyester palate is one of those loathsome plastic disk things that you have to force your snoring partner to stick in their mouth all night under threat of separate bedrooms.

Considering that the word “palate� is usually hooked up to some other adjective denoting an elitist view of food, this title is just sooooo Laba. – a man who would rather picnic on poison ivy than endure a 12-forced meal in some temple of feigned cuisine.

Cementing his connection with bag culture, he has started of his site with a review of the kind of food you can only access by ripping open cellophane with your teeth. Which is what food writers actually tend to do at their computers while they are endlessly rearranging sentences with hot keys marked: regional, seasonal, local, fresh, artisan, blah, blah, blah …., except that he admits it.

So good luck Mark and happy blogging ….we think you’ve got it in the bag.