Butter is nice. It makes lots of things taste good. Okay, I got that. But why do so many restaurants butter my rolls, my bread, my baked potatoes, even make my fish swim in its own sea of it? How about if I like the flavor the way nature made it? I’d rather butter my own bread, thank you. That fat glob somebody slapped on it on the way to my table, the glob big enough to grease a pair of alpine skis, just might not be exactly what I wanted. What’s next? Spoon my soup for me?
Russell Upsumgrub and Adam Illion Kalluries