What's up with this town and its obsession with ”... & More”? There is Sky & More, Muffins & More, Wool & More... and now Food & More. From their previous location on Krišjāņa Barona iela/Merķeļa iela, this fast-food joint recently moved to Pulkveža Brieža iela, a street where it's notoriously difficult to sustain a restaurant for any longer period of time. In this case, I really wish for history to repeat itself, because rarely has a food joint enraged me the way that Food & More has.
”one of the worst burgers i've had in my life”
I'm counting 134 different dishes on the menu (168 if you count side orders and desserts). That is at least one hundred too many. If all of them are as outrageously bad as the ones I've tried over the past few weeks, it's definitely some kind of world record. Today I was exposed to one of the worst burgers I've had in my life, and I was trying to force it down while the speakers were vomiting Ace of Base songs. For every bite, and for every song which sounded stale already on its release in 1995, I clenched my fist tighter and tighter. The whole experience felt as fresh as slipping in a decomposed puddle of road kill. When I left, I was pissed off, disgusted and really just wanted to go home and shower. And what is the ”... & More” supposed to mean anyway? Campylobacter?
”emma would not dance to this. she would plan an assassination”
On the window of Food & More's old premises you can still read ”Join the burger revolution”. Well-known anarchist Emma Goldman is famously (mis)quoted for saying ”If I can't dance to it, it's not my revolution.” Emma would not dance to this. She would plan an assassination.