Writing a negative review yesterday provided me no pleasure whatsoever.
There was a strong impulse to just forget about it.
Like, I presume, the majority of food bloggers, I overwhelmingly want to talk about the food we really love and the places we adore that make it for us.
As well, because we pay for our meals-out, getting a bad or even indifferent meal is a downer of the kind we’ll certainly go out of our way to avoid.
So why go ahead and write the review anyway?
Well, for starters, this was a planned outing with a review as the planned outcome.
It hardly seemed fitting with the Consider The Sauce ethos to just slink away because there were some notable rough spots in my experience.
As well, there is what I think of as the Pollyanna Factor.
I much prefer writing about food that turns me on.
And I am enormously proud of the our western suburbs food culture, am totally grateful to be part of it, want to see it bloom and for the rest of the world to learn how great we have it here.
But I remain convinced that making out everything is good, grand or fine – or only writing about those places that genuinely are – is foolish.
Earlier this year, I started following a newish Melbourne food blog.
The big-hearted person involved covers a lot of ground and is very prolific, not to mention sincere.
But they oh-so-obviously subscribe to the “if you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything” school of thought.
I stopped reading that blog weeks ago.
There is no incentive to read the reviews and posts when you know beforehand almost exactly what is going to be said.
And how much credibility can one grant a media outlet for which there is only the big thumb’s up?
I’m almost sure it’s not the case, but you could be excused for thinking the blog consists of little more than what are referred to in the blogging business as “paid posts”.
To be reliably meaningful, high praise on a frequent basis seems to require the sort of context that can only be provided by the occasional bad rap.