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Written by an "anonymous food insider," San Francisco Magazine's newest feature, Dead Meat, is a serialized novel that sets its lasers on the SF food scene. As SF Mag Editor in chief Bruce Kelly explains it, "[Dead Meat] is the Primary Colors of SF's world of chefs, bloggers, Ferry Building posers, grass-fed meat hucksters, and the like."
Mmmm.
The main character, David Tuckwall, is the fictional(ish) food writer who dares to venture inside the underbelly of the local food scene. The first chapter's main villain is, of course, an "angry vegan." Aren't they all.
A few people real we'd like to see given the fan-fic treatment by anonymous writer "Robert Beringela": former Chez Panisse chef and current KQED star Joanne Weir, Tablehopper's Marcia Gagliardi, that nerd who owns every restaurant in the Castro, she who puts Pop Rocks in her savory dishes, ana denizens, and, you know, us. What?
Check out the first chapter here, the second one http://www.sanfranmag.com/story/dead-meat">here, the third one here.
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If I saw Cafe Gratitude fictionalized, I'd probably dismiss it as a badly overdrawn SF cliche.
I love that hipsters are demonized as being a clique-y in-group, while this foodie Rorschach Test is celebrated for being a "clever send-up". "A non-stop snark ride through the sated underbellies of SF haute cuisine".
i think the term "hipster" is dead now. it has nothing to stick to nowadays.
Gotta watch out for those "Angry Vegans", what a curious comic...
Jay Smooth had an interesting take.
http://www.illdoctrine.com/2008/09/hipster_rap.html
Dear Brock,
How about you stop using the old, worn out stereotype of the "angry vegan"? Thanks.
Sincerely,
A Polite Vegan.
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I'll have to read this fiction just to see the angry vegan cliche drawn out again... literally, it would seem. The one time I went to Cafe Gratitude, one of my "table mates" kept staring me down, like I wasn't "hippie" enough to even be there. Now THAT made me angry!
whoa, whoa, whoa -- just...just calm down, mabelkitty.