Do I really need Joe Blogs (pun intended) to tell me how tasty is a chicken's beak served on a fine ceramic plate streaked with some vomit-inducing green slime sauce? I would personally have enjoyed the documentary more had the foodies been professional tasters or professional food critics. This group were an odd bunch of people, and I don't mean that figuratively. In their own pompous ways, they ate alone, emitting a variety of gurgling noises that us mere mortals are ill-equipped to comprehend, let alone emulate. I wonder if they have sex with themselves? One maladjusted, self-proclaimed jet-setting foodie had spent thousands of dollars prattling around the world to visit all of the 109 three-star restaurants on the Michelin Guide, but in Mumbai he chased the poor street vendor for not giving him change after purchasing a small plate of snacks (probably fried in 45 degree heat in the middle of a blazing Indian day). The change can't have been more than a few cents but for him it was a matter of 'principle'. Yes, form over substance. A sad documentary acted by lonely, sad characters. Any of you 'jet-setting odd-ball foodies' are welcome to join me in Bangkok's Soi Aree, where I eat real food cooked by real cooks at one-million stars restaurants: yes, the food is cooked in an open kitchen under the stars. Delicious, only 40 Baht. One US dollar for a plate of noodles and veg, expertly cooked and proudly served by honest people. Priceless. I know which one I would choose.
Review of Foodies: The Culinary Jet Set
