When did Patt Morrison turn into a little old lady in sidelaced space shoes? In today’s op-ed column she takes the Governator to task for declining to sign a bill requiring chain and fast food joints to post notices of the nutritional content of their offerings.
Obviously the po’ folks who eat at such places are ignorant and happy in that ignorance and need a well-meaning white person to set them straight. She writes:
Like the warning on a pack of cigarettes, a nutrition chart puts consumers on notice.
Never mind that large fries aren’t actually addictive, nor have them been laced with extra nicotine to make them more addictive.
If Morrison thinks that Californians who eat at The Cheesecake Factory or McDonalds or Pollo Comparo need to be guided by the heavy hands of benevolent know-it -alls, then so do those who eat at Craft (think Tom Colicchio is cranky on TV? just wait) or Boule or any other West-side white cloth joints. While the thin and rich are always wanting just egg whites and dressing on the side, they also all want a big gooey dessert–Morrison might check out those calorie counts. And don’t even think about the nutritional content of ginger margaritas.
Why stop there? Home cooks need guidance, too. Perhaps hall monitors can be stationed at check-out lines to see if we’re thin enough to buy Plugra.