Preston Street

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The other day I was modified in an Italian cafe that will change hand these days and was one of the last batalladores by European, rather Western, good food, or acceptable non-edible, food always is comible that remained in this rather small capital city (Ottawa). It can be said without exaggeration that the departure from the traditional Don Alfonso, i.e. unique food Spanish really, the closure of the Panache, the only French restaurant, the drop in quality and rising prices of La Strada and Fratellis, both Italian as you can see, only left standing in the city a German restaurant in the Preston Street and La casa do churrascoPortuguese, rowing in the middle of this rich tidal, diversified and inexpensive restaurants so-called ethnic, excluding the repetitive quite tiring Arab food apart from the Ethiopian. But perhaps that is the only thing that can be sold here, in this rudimentary gastronomic atmosphere. This exuberant food Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, Indian, thai, etc., the Latin American since it seems relatively little migration to Latin to the city would not assimilate as soon as that now already it is not nostalgic exiles, but entrepreneurs immigrants who want to eat the food mainstream in the world who want to assimilate. With the exception of Mexican food, yes it consumed around the world because it is American, universal and established, remember the texmex. But I don’t want to talk about this time from this neospengleriano process of decadence West already evident in the international news, with the India and China will dominate the world in a few years and the United States are desperate to maintain presence in neighboring countries and enemies of the India. This decline of the West at the household level is manifest in the increasing incomibilidad of the Canadian food, parallel to ascension misilica of their prices and the loss of the culinary compass, which is the first sign of the decline of civilizations and its replacement by other younger and dynamics.