Benny Holiday
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I love Nigella Lawson.
Oh yeah . . . me too!
Growing up as a kid in Sydney in the 70s and a teenager in the 80s, you could go to a milk bar or cafe and order a simple, down-to-earth sandwich: it might be cheese and tomato, or salad, or chicken etc. The server would ask if you wanted salt or pepper, that's it. At the take away, you could get get a hamburger (with beetroot, that's an Australian burger, folks), or hamburger with the lot (egg), or a steak sandwich and hot chips, or fish and chips.
Then, sometime in the early 2000s I guess, even before all the annoying cooking shows started bombarding the airwaves, I noticed that when going to a cafe one was suddenly confronted by such monstrosities as sandwiches featuring such weird fillings as Moroccan lamb slices with organically-sourced goat's cheese, roasted truss tomatoes with watercress and Russian dressing on sourdough, or smashed avocado (what did it ever do to you???) with lime, dukkah (what?), sauteed green beans and, of course kale.
Come on, man, I just want a chicken sandwich, maybe a bit of tomato on it!
The latest craze here is burgers. Every second block has a fancy artisan burger joint on it: Killa Burger, Grill'd, and so on. And they're pretty tasty burgers, for sure, but it's just weird that they've popped up overnight, like mushrooms after a few days of continuous rain. Even McDonalds has its special range of fancy artisan burgers, Angus beef being the big word of late.