No reason to do this two days running, except that I'm irritated at another jaw-dropper. This time it's the ever-Chowhound-popular Alison Arnett in today's Globe, writing about the renovated Bristol (no longer Lounge) at the Four Seasons.
Reviewing breakfast, she says, "Baked beans seem quirky for breakfast, even in Boston." What?! There seems like no better way to show your ignorance of local food history, and I don't just mean Colonial food history, or of British culinary traditions that survive here.
You'd think a professional food writer would have checked out Charlie's Sandwich Shoppe in the South End by now: it's only one of the older and more storied places for breakfast in the city. Maybe stop off at Persy's on the way to the Cape some time? I'm sure Hounds can come up with dozens more examples.