Rex Murphy: Adamson Barbecue and the epidemic of snobbery

Were he serving lusciously swabbed swine-parts and chicken-bits in some velvet-wallpapered venue in Yorkville, or a must-try “hot spot” in the glades of Forest Hill — would then his little “civic demonstration” receive more, how shall we say it, delicate attention?

Could I speak with him, I would perhaps ask some questions. Skelly, what is wrong with you that you sought out a “third-rate place” in some used-car style venue to open a business? Did you not speak to any retired and pensioned politicians on the question of stylish establishments in the better parts of town?

Did you really want just truckers and plumbers and carpenters and taxi drivers and furniture movers and low-income types in overalls, single moms and old-age pensioners, littering your counter? Looking for a good feed of ribs for an honest price in an area that looks like a “used-car parts mall”?

This disposition of yours to regard ordinary people as customers is deplorable.

The extra or secondary dimension referred to earlier is rank snobbery.

As can be seen in another Twitter observation cited as the “line of the week” by one journalist quoting another: “We don’t want a barbecue guy with a backwards ball cap making health policy.”

Such a brave caution. Who could disagree with such an obliging sentiment?

Why would anyone want a guy from the barbecue class — so déclassé — making Toronto’s or Ontario’s or for that matter Canada’s health policies? Especially one with unfashionable headgear. If only he’d ditched the cap and gone for more vivid sock wear instead. That would have been the ticket.