I'll set the scene.
Adam walks into a pub. The food smells excellent, the atmosphere is pleasant, and the scenery is appealing. He sits at a table and looks at the menu, and notices his favourite dish is written under "Pub Classics"; "Steak & Ale Pie with chips". He cackles with pure excitement, and even lets out a small dosage of urine.
The waitress takes his order, and Adam goes to the bar to order his extremely rock n' roll drink, a J20 Orange and Passionfruit. He takes his seat once more, taking sips through a red straw.
As if by animal instinct, Adam can sense his food approaching his table. Or maybe he just uses his eyes. But either way, what touches down Adam's table causes his heart to fall onto the plate, which makes the waitress faint, hitting the elderly man in a wheelchair behind her, who rolls out into the road, causing cars to collide. A petrol lorry slides into the carnage and explodes, the shrapnel flying into the air, which hits a plane, which leads it to crash down into the local shopping centre, killing 1000s and ruining shopping sprees for many generations to come.
So what was on Adam's plate that caused such dramatic chaos?
Correct. A puff pastry pie."
So what do I hate about them?
Well, firstly, I can see that some people actually enjoy them, but I don't think it should allowed on menus under the name of a "pie". It's not a pie. This is hugely misleading.
A pie, at least, to me, is the meat in gravy embedded inside pastry. Here is my dictionary definition of it.
| Pie; [n]: One's idea of Heaven. Something you don't just eat, but savour whilst eating.
"Please can Adam have that pie?" "Anything for the Master." "Thanks." |
It's on top of the meat, indecisive as to where to be on the plate, and so decides to awkwardly rest above the contents of the would-be/should-be pie.
So how is this a pie? And more importantly, how do you eat this catastrophe?
I've tried it all.
1. You can try peeling bits of the pastry off, and dipping it into the meat and gravy.
2. You can cut it up and put it all into the gravy.
3. You could try putting your fork straight through the pastry and trying to get to the meat as well, (but you'll find that you can't succeed due to the size of the pastry).
4. You could eat the pastry separate to the gravy.
5. You could hit it with a rock until it goes away.
Here, as you can see, most of the points are trying to get the pastry to interact with the gravy so that you can eat both simultaneously. But if you just had a proper pie, you wouldn't need to make all this effort, as the pastry and meat are already brought out to you interacting, the effort is completely reduced for you, and what you have in front of you is actually what you ordered, a pie.
As for point 4, this is completely pointless. It's like eating a stew but with a side of "big clump of pastry".
My point here is that puff pastry pies are trying to be a pie, a stew, or just a pastry based dish, but as I've shown to you, the pastry is just thrown on top of the meat. It's like if I made toast for you in the morning, and threw a piece of pasta on top, and tried to claim it was an Italian dish.
All that I ask, pubs, is that when you say "pie", and I order pie, I get pie. Not meat and gravy with a crispy cancer growing from it.
| Puff-Pastry Pie; [n]: One's idea of hell. Something that causes chaos when placed in front of one expecting an actual pie. "How can we beat the terrorists, Adam?" "Serve them puff-pastry pies." |
Thanks for reading!
Take care,
Adam 'ARK' Walton.
