I Am a Judgey Foodie

A friend was visiting from out west this past week. There was the possibility she might be catching the 9:55 train back to her mom’s in Guelph so I chose the Richtree restaurant (formerly known as the Marché) on King and Wellington for its proximity to Union Station.

The food isn’t anything to write home about but it was convenient and if you have never been, it is worth checking out- before their lease runs out. This place is a fantastic option if you are stuck with people who welch on the bill and stiff the waitstaff on tip (not the case this time) since everyone gets their own card to tally food purchases and tip is automatically added- for better or worse.

I was showing her the lay of the land (since she had never been) and made a snippy comment about people who come here and only fill a plate at the salad bar.

And what do you know, there were two very gaunt girls at a table behind us who did just that.

I shouldn’t judge but I did.

Why do people bother with stuff that they could load up on in the grocery store just as easily? I don’t get it.

Maybe I am a snob because I cook. I generally try not to get something that I could very easily make (or in this case, assemble) for myself. But it was painful to see these girls meticulously work through their salad and then just sit with a piece of cake between them.

It was hard for me not to look over because they were sitting right behind my friend.

I saw one of the girls look at the cake, pick off a crumb with two fingers and put it in her mouth before they left. And that was it.

It is possible the cake was really bad. I hate wasting food but if something was horrible, I would leave it too.

But my gut tells me the cake was left behind for another reason.

Will these girls feel better about themselves if they lose one more pound? Two more pounds? Where does it stop?

We all have those days when we look in the mirror and barely recognize the reflection staring back at us but what do these girls see when they look in the mirror?

What do they see when they look at “average” size people like me? Are they completely grossed out by the fact that my ample thighs rub together ever so slightly?

I don’t subscribe to one standard of beauty but either extreme brings a host of health problems that cannot be ignored. Moderation has been and will continue to be my friend.  

I am sure they would be appalled by the amount and range of food I ingest so maybe I should just shut up and eat my rosti.


~ by angryegg on January 4, 2010.

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