'...the Crisp Green Salad is an anti-food, a black hole of joylessness. It is a nothing – it doesn’t fill, it doesn’t delight, it doesn’t nourish.' - Begone, salad days
I am not a vegan, a vegetarian, or have a perversion for green leaves and radish. I generally sway towards meat - steaks, platters, ribs, sausages - and ignore the lines which end in (v). However, Tim Hayward's attack on crisp green salad had me riled. His belief that a salad sucks the joy out of diner reveals one thing, and one thing alone: Tim Hayward has never had a good salad.
It's true that salads are frequently neglected. Bagged lettuce, or one picked days ago, is prepared in the early hours of a shift and left to sit in the fridge, protected from decomposition by a single layer of cling-film. These salads will be tasteless. A side order not given a second thought - clearly.
Now that is a salad you can take to the bank. Not a main, but a part of the meal raised above the status of a side to something integral to the experience.