THE REASONS WHY I DON'T LIKE IAN HEWITSON
Well firstly hes a secret New Zealander. Got nothing against Kiwis; its the accent I cant stand....Its the same kind of annoyance level as when fingernails are scratched down a blackboard. Its even more annoying than that, because they sound like Aussies (which is fine), and you listen to them talk, and just when you think everything is fine, they throw in one of those weird pronunciations! They lull you to sleep talking like an aussie, then Bam! They throw in a Kiwi speak. It stems from the inability or disinclination to annunciate the letter "I" in most words that contain "I". For example they wont say "Fridge", they say "Frdge". Or "Frzby" instead of "Frisbee". A most annoying accent. Kiwis are a good bunch by the way, they have a great country, good scenery and good values....Its just their accent I cant stand. And the fact they all seem to be called either "Leonard" or "Graham". Ian Hewitson has remnants of that Kiwi accent lingering in his speech.And he always talks to the camera man "Rob" way too much and his voice is a little too high, so is his laugh, which makes me uncomfortable...And his sense of humour is crap. He wrote a book, called "Never trust a skinny cook". He thinks that's funny because hes fat, but plenty of awesome cooks are not fat. The best cook in the world is Jamie Oliver. Then Delia Smith, Ainsly, and myself-Im not a bad cook actually.However the main problem is that on his TV show he talked up a Sydney restaurant called "Doyles" and on the basis of his recommendation, I went there and it was totally crap. The waitress was about sixty, and treated us as though we were paupers who were about to bolt after the meal without paying. Whats more, the entire restaurant was empty for dinner except my table and when a loud group of 3 came in, what did she do? She placed them at the closest table to ours. The peaceful tranquility was thus debased. GREAT! The food was neither high quantity nor quality. and the slices of smoked salmon were straight from the supermarket. They gave me a walnut cracker thingo and a half of one whole crab. The crab had a very sharply armoured exoskeleton, by which I ended up getting an injured cut finger. You could say the food attacked me posthumorously. The dish I ordered was the seafood platter. It turned out to be a plate with that piece of crab, some supermarket slices of pink salmon, about 3 chips and some tartar sauce and several crumbed squid rings. They were all really cold; like out-of-the-fridge cold.When it came time to pay, our waitress reckoned we could not pay with eftpos, or a certain major credit card. That pissed me off. They are so highly recommended, they ought to be able to accept payment from every standard. Snobs.