"Pressed caviar has the consistency of chilled tar"
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“Pressed caviar has the consistency of chilled tar” is food writing with a deadpan blade in it: one sensory detail that punctures the luxury balloon. Geist’s intent isn’t to review caviar in the way a brochure would - briny, buttery, exquisite. He’s doing the opposite. By yanking the reader out of aspirational fantasy and into a tactile, faintly industrial image, he makes “high-end” feel strangely infrastructural, like something scraped off a road crew’s shovel.
The subtext is class-aware without sermonizing. Caviar is a status object; pressed caviar even more so, because it’s already processed, compacted, stripped of the photogenic pearl effect people pay to be seen paying for. Calling it “chilled tar” implies that the performance of refinement can turn into an endurance test: you’re not enjoying it, you’re proving you can. The comparison also carries a quiet suspicion about culinary mythmaking - the idea that if the price is high enough, the palate will learn to call anything “complex.”
Contextually, Geist is in the tradition of journalists who treat the rituals of wealth as ripe for deflation. The line works because it’s precise, not sneering: tar isn’t just “gross,” it’s dense, sticky, opaque, a substance associated with permanence and labor. The joke lands in the mouth. It forces you to imagine the chew, the drag, the aftertaste - and to ask how much of “good taste” is literally taste, and how much is social training.
The subtext is class-aware without sermonizing. Caviar is a status object; pressed caviar even more so, because it’s already processed, compacted, stripped of the photogenic pearl effect people pay to be seen paying for. Calling it “chilled tar” implies that the performance of refinement can turn into an endurance test: you’re not enjoying it, you’re proving you can. The comparison also carries a quiet suspicion about culinary mythmaking - the idea that if the price is high enough, the palate will learn to call anything “complex.”
Contextually, Geist is in the tradition of journalists who treat the rituals of wealth as ripe for deflation. The line works because it’s precise, not sneering: tar isn’t just “gross,” it’s dense, sticky, opaque, a substance associated with permanence and labor. The joke lands in the mouth. It forces you to imagine the chew, the drag, the aftertaste - and to ask how much of “good taste” is literally taste, and how much is social training.
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