I love food.  So maybe that’s why I found two bizarre stories on the Internet today about food.  Chocolate and sushi.  Yum.  (Plus, ever since Sake-Tumi opened on Court Street, I’m a little obsessed with Sushi.)

First, the chocolate:
There are some people in this world who go to restaurants, cafes, and coffee shops—not because they like to eat/drink the things sold there—but because they like to abuse the people working there.  This is a very human impulse—but one I avoid, because I don’t like people to spit in the things that I eat.

Those people are often (understandably so) frustrated by vending machines—being that they have no spirit to break.  Certainly, you can kick it.  You can rock it back and forth in anger.  But—having no free will—it seldom tries to kill you in return.  Yes, yes, rocking the machine may result in your death; but it’s probably not the vending machine’s intention.

Thank God the good people at Kit-Kat have found a solution.  Human vending machines.  It’s all part of the brilliant “Working Like a Machine” promotion they’ve hatched in the UK.  The idea is that “you work like a machine all day.  And you need a break.  Because you’ve got pent up rage.  So go kick a human vending machine.”

I may have made up some part of that quote.

These human Kit-Kat dispensers will turn up in limited numbers on London street corners, and are sure to create lots of viral Internet buzz.  Now this idea was stolen from the Japanese—a people known for superior technological innovation; who have now apparently decided that electronics really SHOULD work by just sticking little people inside.

Oh, and about that sushi story…
The Japanese version of MSN.com is reporting that a sushi chef has whipped up a little thing that I like to call “Hope-ushi”.  OK, not really catchy.  But you come up with something better.

I totally approve of this trend of basing foodstuff on our political leaders.  And not just naming sandwiches after them.  Been there, done that; BOOOR-ING.  Rumor has it, there’s a cocktail at Tranquil named after County Executive Fiala.  Are you listening, Sake-Tumi?  How about the “Mayor Ryan Roll”.  “The Libous-licious Roll”.  K, that’s a stretch.  But I’m telling you, somebody should make this stuff happen.  Fuji San?  Kampai?

BTW, week three, and the stale Obama Toast that I bought off of E-Bay still isn’t moldy.