Amy Chozick cluelessly writes in the NY Times about a “generational food gap.”
But the gap she writes about has nothing to do with generations, it has to do with social class. Her parents are high-prole or middle class, and she moved to New York City and learned to mimic the eating habits of her SWPL friends. If she had stayed in Texas and got a job as a nurse, there woudn’t have been any sort of gap.
Not that I necessarily mock all SWPL foods. Most prole food tastes pretty crappy; the emphasis is on huge portions rather than taste. But occasionally there’s a baby floating around in the bathwater of prole food, as long as you don’t mind eating the food in an aesthetically unpleasing environment. Although you will never get a decent salad in a prole restaurant, not ever; proles only know iceberg lettuce.