Fast food fables
Prime wildebeest steak in Kyalami and tapas at Jarama If you spend a lot of time in race paddocks you develop a routine of searching for what is available to prop up your caloric necessities. This is commonly called food. Cordon bleu chefs at lavish VIP suites now assuage the needs of the few in F1 paddocks, while the team members are adequately nourished. But it was not always so. One of the nightmarish memories that still sends shudders down my spine is of the most horrible concoction – worthy of being included in a culinary section of Dante’s Inferno – which was offered at a British circuit some years ago. For some reason it was called a ‘burger’, yet it was in fact a grey patty of some minced matter, probably…