Stuff you, Roux: if I’ve forked out for one of your meals, I want a photo | Stuart Heritage

The gastro-lord has vetoed food snaps in his restaurant due to overzealous Instagrammers. But just like the freakshake, his dishes brazenly covet the camera

Consider the freakshake. Gaze upon this monstrosity – this jam jar piled with chocolate and ice cream and candyfloss and barf, this osmium-dense calorific nightmare, this weaponised children’s birthday party – and ask yourself if it would even exist without Instagram. Of course it wouldn’t.

Nobody in the history of the universe has ever enjoyed a freakshake. They’re too vast and messy and filling and moronic to claw legitimate pleasure from. However, they are quite good for taking pictures of. So are rainbow bagels, for that matter, and unicorn frappuccinos and any number of other lurid food microfads that appear to have been dreamed up from the depths of a malevolent branch of Claire’s Accessories. These things were all invented to be photographed, not consumed. Instagram has made our food stupid, and it has made us stupid, and we’d probably be better off if it had never been invented.

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