Pretentious shit on restaurant menus. Specifically:
-any kind of "foam", for example "accompanied by an organic aubergine, Languedoc speckled black truffle & minted pea foam". Call it what you like: it looks like spit on a plate.
-the expression "pan fried". What else would you fry something in?
-"vine-ripened" tomatoes. Did anyone think they grew in a box or something?
-"jus". SAUCE.
-"reduction". SAUCE'
-"coulis". SAUCE.
etc
Pretentious shit on restaurant menus. Specifically:
-any kind of "foam", for example "accompanied by an organic aubergine, Languedoc speckled black truffle & minted pea foam". Call it what you like: it looks like spit on a plate.
-the expression "pan fried". What else would you fry something in?
-"vine-ripened" tomatoes. Did anyone think they grew in a box or something?
-"jus". SAUCE.
-"reduction". SAUCE'
-"coulis". SAUCE.
etc
Purée = Mashed
Artisan = homemade
As an adjunct to this point:
People who perch their toddlers on the counter at a coffee shop, etc whilst they are paying. "There you go Harry, you sit there while I pay the lady" #pops Harry's soiled-nappy wrapped backside on the worktop, between the pains au chocolat and the blueberry muffins#
Absolutely this, as an addition;Dog owners who say "Oh, he's just being FRIENDLY!" whilst their Rottweiler leaps up at you, drooling all over your clothing and sniffing in areas you'd really rather it didn't.
* People who think its completely safe to text/facebook/twitter while driving
The trendy thing with TV programmes where they spend the first 5 minutes running through clips/excerpts from the next hour. Then like watching football where you know the score.
On a similar note, a new pet hate of mine is programmes that do a 'recap' after an ad break- explaining what was going on in the programme prior to the break in case you forgot in the 3 minutes the adverts were on. HATE IT
And me! The kids-standing-in-supermarket trolleys thing really pisses me off.
I'm talking about when they're actually standing in the bit of the trolley you put your purchases in, you know, parents: the place where I put my FOOD, and you're allowing your little darlings to jump around in, wearing shoes that quite possibly have trodden in dogshit, mud, piss, vomit and whatever else was on the pavement the last time you actually made them walk anywhere. Well done, mummies. Well done