In designing a wine label it always rule #1 and sits atop The Guidelines: Don't Offend.
The rule is there because no matter what else the wine is, it is a consumer product meant to be sold and marketed. It turns out that it's pretty easy to adhere to this first rule and still take your label design project in any number of directions that satisfy one's brand development, one's sense of aesthetics and one's ego.
In addition, this rule applies to numerous other areas beyond product packaging. Another area that first jumps to mind is presentation of a meal or dish or plate at a restaurant. The first rule of plate presentation is surely "Don't Offend".
There are a lot of good reasons for this. Despite the fact that a diner may already have ordered a dish and they pretty much are taking their chances, there is always the possibility that an offensive or otherwise disturbing presentation can result in a "take it back" response. This in turn should, at most restaurants, result in a quick and affirmative response.This is never good for the restaurant.
And of course, in today's world of social media, Yelp, TripAdvisor and the numerous other ways by which diners can haunt a restaurant's future, the rule of "don't offend" becomes particularly important.
And so this was on my mind when I stared down at the strangest looking dessert I've ever encountered that was presented to me at a restaurant that has garnered a great deal of positive attention and kudos not only for the quality of the food but for its overall agreeable and top end service and atmosphere.
That dessert is pictured at the top of this post.Without delving deeply into the anatomical or scatological implications of the presentation of this dish, I can say that it took a certain act of will on my part to eventually consume it...which I did.
Up to the point where this dessert was served to me, I considered this a fine meal. Nothing spectacular, but the food was very good, the service very good and they served me a spectacular cocktail prior to the meal concocted with both scotch and bourbon. I was happy.
Then I was offended.
The one thing that I kept asking myself as I stared down at this remarkably sculpted brown log of Johnson was how on earth anyone working in the food service industry could finish with this particular plating, look at what they had done, been satisfied, then had it delivered to a table? I suppose drugs could be involved, but I don't think so. It could be that the sculptor of the brown tube that was laid upon the plate was simply so spatially unaware that he saw no problem with his creation. Who knows?
On the menu the dish was called "Chocolate Creamy Delight". As Kathy and I stared at this thing we immediately came up with other names for it. Our server, who winced as we called them over as though they knew what was coming, called it "unfortunate". They were right.
So, for the sake of driving home the moral of this tale: Don't Offend!







