Once again Mr Bur­ton has ven­tured into the mean streets of New­town, this time to get his ramen on, but what he found has not been well-received.

“I took my first sip of ramen broth with eager anti­cip­a­tion, but alas, to my undoubtedly eth­no­cen­tric pal­ate, it tasted oddly coarse – very porky and rather too salty. I fin­ished the bowl but, wheth­er from miso, MSG or just plain salt, I was left with a raging thirst for the rest of the even­ing.”

Well well well.  Our man Dav­id has out­done him­self this time. Let’s check in on that term:

eth·no·cen·tric

adject­ive \ˌeth-nō-ˈsen-trik\

hav­ing or based on the idea that your own group or cul­ture is bet­ter or more import­ant than oth­ers

Seems a rather strange thing to say for a man who prides him­self on how authen­t­ic he is that he can order from the Chinese menu at places. Is everything okay Dav­id? Do you need a cuddle?

Mean­while, the Fly does­n’t have too much to say about Dav­id’s review of Auto­mat in Khan­dal­lah, except thank good­ness he men­tions he drives a V6 to reclaim his manly status after recom­mend­ing a tofu dish! Oh and also

“It was Al Brown, I believe, who intro­duced us to the trendy little bur­gers known as sliders.”

WRONG.

Wel­ling­ton has one daily news­pa­per, and that news­pa­per has one res­taur­ant crit­ic, who cer­tainly has his own… dis­tinct­ive style. The Fly has decided that Dav­id Bur­ton needs some account­ab­il­ity. We’re giv­ing him his own series