My guilty um… guilty schadenfreude? I guess?… is watching pretentious Italian chefs who buy into that whole “our Italian cuisine is an ancient and unchanged tradition of amazing food following perfect stringent recipes” thing, serve meals to ‘uncultured’ people who are super enthusiastic about them but not in the refined cultural way that the chef expects, and then the chef has to listen to them sincerely compliment the food in ways that they (the chef) takes as a grave personal insult. This sounds incredibly niche and specific but it happens constantly and I love it every time.
It’s something about like. The pretension of their high-and-mighty fake food history, and the importance of that performance, being seen as so much more important to them than the actual purpose of their craft (making delicious food) that the fact that they are excellent at making the delicious food means nothing to them and the people enjoying said delicious food are taken as insulting them for not worshipping their bullshit cultural mythos instead. Like they did it! The food is being enjoyed! But it’s being enjoyed in the wrong way by people who they cannot get to care about their weird pretentiousness. So they’re offended and upset at what most master craftsmen would see as an unmitigated success because nobody’s letting them be all fancy and exclusive about it.
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