We were driving home from Florida – to escape the Canadian winter for a week – and back then we’d do the 24 hours with four kids in one shot in early 1996, and this song came on an American radio station.
I thought it was awesome.
Then I said, is that Sloan?
We didn’t have Google or phone tethering back then, so just argued, as you do.
This youthful enthusiasm encapsulates everything I miss about universities and why I hate the smothering bureaucracy they have become.
The Daily Meal asked the public what impact, if any, the six-foodborne-illness-outbreaks-in-six months has had on the number of times they dine at Chipotle.Dan Myers writes 450 people responded, and here are the results:
I’ve never eaten at Chipotle, and I’m not about to start now: 5.9%
I’ve cut back on dining there, but haven’t completely stopped: 6.8%
I held off during the outbreak, but will start eating there again now that it’s over: 13.8%
It didn’t affect my Chipotle addiction at all: 21.8%
I’ve stopped dining there completely: 46.5%
Nearly half of all respondents have sworn off Chipotle completely, while only a relatively small percentage is planning on returning at all! At the other end of the spectrum, however, more than 20 percent of respondents remained loyal throughout the outbreak, food poisoning risk be damned. These loyalists weren’t enough to fend off a major drop in sales, however.
Chipotle has spent millions of dollars trying to woo customers back, and will continue to spend more, and the chain is confident that this plan will work. But if nearly half of its customer base swears the chain off for good, can it ever really recover?
Americans don’t get The Tragically Hip, but they seem to like the pop-oriented tunes of Nova Scotia’s Sloan when introduced – although no one down here has heard of them.
The 1996 Sloan song, Autobiography, often comes to mind when I read dribble from the blog, Defending Food Safety, written by some lawyers somewhere.
When you find you’re a conformer
Take pride and swallow whole
But if you’re trying to climb the ladder
Don’t let people walk over you
Because that’s just what they’ll do
The latest swallow had to do with an entry that begins,
“It’s no secret that virtually all foods are safe if handled properly. Indeed, according to FDA, most food-borne (sic) illnesses are avoidable if consumers follow proper food handling techniques. This is true whether consumers are shopping for products, transporting them home or preparing them in their kitchen."
I’m not sure what consumers have to do with contaminated peanut butter, pet food, pot pies, frozen pizzas, bagged spinach, carrot juice, lettuce, tomatoes, canned chili sauce, hot peppers and white pepper.
The Grand Rapid Press reports that during a routine traffic stop at the eastbound Int. 96 weigh station near Ionia this week, motor carrier officers discovered a large quantity of perishable food being transported in a nonrefrigerated rental truck.
Inspectors discovered a case of Biofeel, a yogurt drink included in a nationwide import alert on dairy products originating from Asia because of the melamine contamination of baby food and milk products in some Asian countries.
Inspectors seized and destroyed more than 2,000 pounds of food products, including tofu, dairy, meat, seafood and noodles. They also seized 200 pounds of beef that had not passed USDA inspection.
And since that video of the Canadian band I like is no longer available on youtube, here’s a different version, circa 1999.
That’s the title of one of my favorite Sloan songs off their best album, 1999’s Between the Bridges, all about the Nova Scotian’s band rise to obscurity in California and deciding to stay in Canada (and featured ever-so briefly as one of the albums the cool kids try to steal from John Cusack’s Championship Vinyl in one of my all-time top-five movies, High Fidelity).
I understand. Sloan bassist Chris Murphy plays hockey in Toronto. My girls used to listen to Losing California as part of their pre-game ritual to get pumped up. They even met Chris and Patrick from Sloan during one of their Guelph concerts. I miss the hockey.
But I don’t miss the cold. So Amy and I are off for a weekend of beach strolling in Los Angeles, after I deliver a talk to the California Food Protection Association annual meeting on Friday.