Just the other night Inspector Clouseau burst into the restaurant where I was dining with friends… at the Ritz, as a matter of fact:
“Eez dees yeur pheun?! Yeu arr teking zee pheuteaux wit yeur pheun! Dees ees not allowed, le French food pheun photo.”
“My …. pheun?”
“Yes, yeur pheun. Yeur zmarty pheun.”
“You mean my smart iPhone?”
“Why, yes. As a matter of fact, I am.”
“I supose yeu intend too to post dem to yeur bleug?”
“Yeur bleug, bleug!!”
“Dat eez what I had been saying, yeu feul!”
From The Beeb:
France: Top chefs crack down on ‘food porn’
Two Michelin-starred French chefs are cracking down on customers who take photographs of their food, it’s been reported. [YIKES!]
Gilles Goujon, who runs the three-starred L’Auberge du vieux puits restaurant in Fontjoncouse in southern France, says it is poor etiquette to take photos of food, and more importantly, every time his creations appear on social networks it “takes away the surprise, and a little bit of my intellectual property”, news website France TV Info reports.
Another chef, Alexandre Gauthier of the Grenouillere restaurant in the northern French town of La Madelaine-sous-Montreuil, has gone as far as to add a “no cameras” logo to his menu – although photography isn’t strictly banned there. [No camera pheun logo? Who’s the tacky one? Next he’ll be putting pictures of the food on the menus and laminating them, for the love of all that’s holy.]
Gauthier lamented the fact that customers now take pictures of the food rather than the people they are dining with. “Before, they were pictures of family, grandmother, and now we take pictures of food… We tweet, we like, we respond to comments, and the dish is cold.” [Not when it’s in front of moi.]
But not all fine dining establishments take the same view – some have even been known to offer food photography courses.
I’m safe, I think, since I usually only go to two-star Michelin stops.
Speaking of which, here is a shot of some oysters I ate the other night. My mother and I always try to find a few dozen at a local place when I get to town. Yum.
Yah… Red Stripe… I know. But it’s a tradition.
Later I may be out with some priests and I will violate some etiquette again, just for fun.