Meet Kent. He tried to hit me up for beer money twice, and after hearing a bit of his story I kind of thought he deserved one. However, it was pretty obvious from the beginning of our conversation that Kent had already found his alcohol fix elsewhere. I also have slight reservations about giving alcohol to a guy on the street, but I didn’t have any beer to give anyway.
I did have some coupons from those Ben & Jerry guys, and I’d much rather see someone drown their sorrows in a pint of ice cream than a fifth of booze. Ken said he’d settle for some ice cream, so working with CVS’ limited selection, we settled on a favorite.
Speaking with Kent came from another project I’ve been working on, but its one that I’ve wanted to relate to the food reviewing world. With everyone a yelper, chowhounder, or self-proclaimed foodie (I fucking hate that word), its easy to lose perspective. I’m guilty of it myself, sure I’ll eat just about anything, but I’m quick to judge when someone tells me their favorite restaurant is The Olive Garden, or that Godiva is the best chocolate in the world. I’m not likely to change, but maybe I’ll call said people ignorant rather than idiots..or shit-heads. Point being, it’s fine to have an opinion maybe even a slightly entitled one – just don’t forget that it is truly is a luxury to have so much say in what you eat.
Kent thanked me for the ice cream and conversation, I did the same and told him I hoped he came upon some better times. As I began to walk away Ken stopped me one last time….to triple check that I didn’t want to buy him a beer.