I had just about recovered from the hideous Michelle Obama drive to turn my digestive tract over to the federal government. Some of her influence remains, particularly in the school lunch industry, but in general I believed that the clamor had died down for federal cops to inspect our food-processing innards.
Quite a few serious studies concluded that her drive for whole grain and seasoning-free entrees had resulted primarily in overflowing garbage cans at the end of the lunch line. The American citizenry decided it was unnecessary to evade a Big Mac Attack or decline a slice of Pizza Supreme just because Michelle said so.
Little did I think that my beloved Iowa bureaucrats would take up the cause.
This one is not in the name of nutrition, but of money. The state tourist bureau lady is quoted:
“We looked at places that served a unique dish or had a unique atmosphere, maybe they’d won an award for the best burger or best tenderloin,” she says. “Also, we travel and find restaurants we enjoy. We also looked to Yelp for some positive reviews there.”
So, the sovereign state of Iowa (Our Liberties We Prize and Our Rights We Will Maintain) has dubbed one restaurant in each of the 99 counties as the best places to stuff our gullets. At least it is done not in the name eternal youth through macrobiotics but in pursuit of greater tax revenue.
Couple of things here: What in the name of holy hell qualifies her and her associates to choose the eateries which will tickle your tongue? Some money was spent on this, including, one infers,
reimbursed travel to find the juiciest burgers.
(Heard in the tourist bureau office? Hey, gang, let all go find some really good eats. Might as well. We can collect milage and bill the goodies to the taxpayers. Research, doncha know?)
Reviewing pertinent constitutions and statutes. I find no mandate for my Leaders and Regulators to pose as Duncan Hines.
Not to mention the thousands of other restaurants helping pay for the boondoggle which informs the world that they are second best. At best.