Wednesday, 9 July 2008
Back to the Pasty
On the Tube this morning, a young woman sat down next to me and, for the entirety of my journey, munched her way through an extremely pungent Cornish pasty, washed down with Coke. A dispiriting start to the day for me, a ferociously indigestible breakfast for her. A long while back (on the Thought Experiments blog), I deplored the mystifying proliferation of Cornish pasty outlets, then the latest fast-food rash to spread across London. As nobody seemed to be buying the things (and no wonder - they're vile), I assumed this rash would soon fade away, like Victoria station's legendary, deservedly short-lived Danish Sausage Experience (a misrepresentation on three counts). But no - the Cornish pasty outlets are still everywhere, though apparently doing no better business. Maybe this 'recession' of which we hear so much will finish them off - or maybe it's exactly what the pastymeisters have been waiting for. The pasty - vile but undeniably filling - might just be the perfect food for hard times. But not breakfast.