IKEA

I went to IKEA, an European equivalent of McDonalds (yes, $0.99 cheesburgers, $9.99 lava lamps). I know retailing is a difficult business and I not knocking their hard work. But retailing food is a harder business. I am mainly talking about the Salmon, the poor specimen that was born in captivity, lived within a large mesh I am sure, and eventually made its way, via the steam route, to one's plate: the piece was soggy, served on a plate that was poorly washed, and accompanied by soggier vegetables; the patrons look at the plate without appetite, use the fork to cut it to pieces, move it around and play hockey, all the while talking, eating fries and drinking. I felt the need to rush home, paint a large, healthy, lively Salmon, and hang it somewhere in homage.