It does seem that I have remarkable predictive powers. Things just take longer than I expect to develop. More than two years ago I made a set of food prognostications that I revisit now and again. Upon my first review, I found most of them unfilled. Like this one:
Prediction:Young cooks will fire their publicists, mothball the chef's table, and take their names off their restaurant's web sites . . . Soon, America's leading chefs will not even have restaurants at all. They'll just show up randomly at various people's houses . . . and cook an unbelievable dinner for their surprised hosts.
Review: Okay, so I wasn't even remotely close on this one.
GuerillaGuerrilla Cuisine is still going strong, but we haven't seen any imitators crop up. Unless, of course, I actually was right. How would we know about it if the chefs don't have publicists and websites . . . maybe it's actually going on right in our own neighborhoods. You just won't know about it until that knock comes at the door and in bustles a white-jacketed chef with obnoxious puffy patterned pants and a duffel bag full of battered cookware. So, split the middle and call it 5 points, since I MIGHT have been right on here.
Ah. The trends may move slowly, but they will come. Now Stephanie Barna of the City Paper reports some more underground supper clubs coming to light, Renata Dos Santos' LIME here in Charleston and another up in Charlotte. The later is sponsored by Patron tequila, and if going commercial isn't the sign of a trend about to go mainstream I don't know what is.
Just three months ago I was able to declare fulfilled my prediction of heirloom ingredients being adopted by fast-casual chains.
Just waiting now on the return of Le Grande Cuisine ...