Toot said:I live in Chicago and all but the largest national grocery stores carry locally-made sausages. The sausage I can get in a local store is truly of phenomenal quality. And the sausage I get at a butcher's shop is even better and more flavorful. Then, there's this little restaurant I go to where they make their own sausage, and that's the best sausage you may ever taste in your life.
A big city, lots of ethnic diversity, the "hog-butcher to the world" and whatnot. All that adds up to delicious pre-processed meat-in-a-tube products. Nevertheless, some people that I know still make their own sausage. Maybe they use lots of chive and onion. Maybe they make a garlic sausage that will bring tears to your eyes. Maybe a german guy married a girl from southern mexico and now they make sweet sausage with dates and raisins. Whatever. But I'll tell you: I have never heard of anyone going through the trouble to make their own sausage trying to replicate Oscar Meyer Weiners (OMW) as an "alternative" to good sausage.
I am sure that, in some areas of the country, OMW is the standard sausage that everyone knows and loves. I'm sure plenty of those people would be thoroughly grossed out at the thought of Chicago sausage which contains actual small chunks of meat, rather than a uniformly-consistent paste. But we're really talking about two different things and I'm not even sure it's fair to compare them...
One is a preprocessed food item, designed to maximize certain criteria for the lowest possible price. The other is a food/drink made the way that the particular food/drink has been made for thousands of years.
Is it really fair to even put BMC in the same league as beers that are made using old-fashioned methods? Is it fair to compare a baker's loaf to wonderbread? One is made using time-tested traditions and ingredients that are as old as man himself. The other is made for the lowest possible price.
Just had a Stanley's Polish Sausage yesterday, here in PHX. Made on the premises. Not too many of those ethnic type places here so we learn to appreciate them. I get you point. My point is that this hobby exists and thrives to do the contrarian thing alot of the time. I mean is anyone really drooling for a Papazian Chicken beer?
Beer, like other things has moments where the low brow becomes the high brow (or brau, if you will). Anyone remember a restaurant (or bistro) in NYC that was selling Swanson's frozen dinners at an extreme markup? There's a PBJ restaurant in Scottsdale and a Breakfast Cereal Restaurant in Tempe.
Sorry jakkin this thread.
I appreciate the history of some of the big breweries. Back in the day they created breweries that were palaces and were tightly woven into everyday life, the economy, trades, society. You can appreciate at least that much.