Society split by money and class
But now they're splitting it more
By food served up as a piece of art
With meat that's almost raw.
I don't want your fine dining
I don't want your Haute Cuisine
For food Is, after all just fuel
That drives the body machine
I don't need or want my food
To be presented like a work of art
Just serve me plain and simple
Ready for me to make a start.
I don't want it served on slate,
Or wood, or things I just hate
Just let's return to the basics
And serve me food on a plate.
I don't use those fancy restaurants
I don't like paying through the nose
I'm not the type of person to enjoy
Eating food served places like those.
I find it a little annoying nowadays
And more than a little contentious
That some of the small street diners
Are getting just a bit pretentious.
Before I sit down somewhere new
I now take the time and trouble
To check that my food will not be
Served on bits of builders rubble,
Old tin cans, ladies shoes and such
I now inform them how I like to eat
And if that service is not available
I very quickly vote with my feet.
Oh I know I'm just a peasant
Battling against a current trend
But a hash slinger is just that, and
My servant, not my judge or friend.
There used to be an old adage
Of which we seem to have lost sight
When paying for a service
The customer is always right.