{"id":32454,"date":"2017-03-29T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2017-03-29T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=32454"},"modified":"2017-03-19T10:45:23","modified_gmt":"2017-03-19T14:45:23","slug":"qotd-the-humble-vodka-soda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2017\/03\/29\/qotd-the-humble-vodka-soda\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: The humble vodka soda"},"content":{"rendered":"

My favourite drink? Vodka soda on the rocks, no lemon. Unpretentious, dependable, easy to slap together, gets the job done. It\u2019s basically the Ford F-150 of cocktails. And clear as rain, so it won\u2019t stain my wife\u2019s dress if some good-time Charlie slaps me on the back at a party. For years, it has been my odourless, tasteless, ten-ounce refuge of gastro-utilitarian sanity in a world full of foodies gone mad.<\/p>\n

But those days are over: the vodka soda has gone the way of wine, Scotch, and gourmet hot sauce. Order one at any velvet-rope bar or restaurant, and the waiter follows up by asking your preferred brand of hooch \u2014 under the demonstrably false conceit that the human tongue can distinguish between what are effectively different varieties of windshield-wiper fluid.<\/p>\n

Last month, when a waiter launched into an especially long list of unpronounceable Russian and Scandinavian words apparently corresponding to fashionable vodka brands, I felt as if I were in a scene from \u201cThe Emperor\u2019s New Clothes.\u201d I really can\u2019t tell the difference. Just give me the cheapest one on the list<\/em> were the words on my lips.<\/p>\n

Of course, I said nothing of the sort, because I didn\u2019t want to come off as a rube. So instead, I declared emphatically, \u201cOh, Grey Goose, please\u201d \u2014 recalling at random the last brand I\u2019d seen advertised in an upscale travel magazine.<\/p>\n

Moments later, the waiter returned with my drink, and it tasted fine. Which is to say, it tasted exactly like every other vodka soda I had ever tasted \u2014 or, indeed, that had ever been tasted by any other human in the history of fermented spud juice.<\/p>\n

This, more than anything else, is what I have come to resent about foodie culture: Not just that it is pretentious and expensive. Not just that it makes me feel guilty about the Cheez Whiz sandwiches I put in my kids\u2019 lunch boxes. But that it turns us all into liars<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Jonathan Kay, “Lies My Waiter Told Me: Foodie culture has invaded my vodka soda. It\u2019s time to fight back”, The Walrus<\/em><\/a>, 2015-08-17.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My favourite drink? Vodka soda on the rocks, no lemon. Unpretentious, dependable, easy to slap together, gets the job done. It\u2019s basically the Ford F-150 of cocktails. And clear as rain, so it won\u2019t stain my wife\u2019s dress if some good-time Charlie slaps me on the back at a party. For years, it has been […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":35193,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[831,57,41],"tags":[104,377,907],"class_list":["post-32454","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-business","category-humour","category-quotations","tag-booze","tag-conspicuousconsumption","tag-snobbery"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/favicon.png","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2hpV6-8rs","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32454","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32454"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37753,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32454\/revisions\/37753"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/35193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32454"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32454"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}