Flipping through the articles in the food issue of the New Yorker, I’m struck by the glaring gaps between the foodie world and the non-foodie world.

We live pretty close to Manhattan, so our idea of a fun time is go into the city on a Saturday night and eat weird food. We take the kids and go for German barbecue places in Williamsburg or  elevated English pub grub in the West Village. I research new restaurants. I follow them on Instagram. I like rustic places with large portions, energetic staff, and a relaxed atmosphere. There are really, really good restaurants in NYC and a few other cities right now.

I also cook a lot at home. Before my kids go trick or treating tonight, they’ll get a bowl of potato-leek soup.

This is not how most of America eats. That is not most of America how cooks. I like that the New Yorker is pointing out that there is this amazing world of food out there right now, but they should also mention that only a very small group of people is able to access it. This food revolution is elitist. I feel like a whole edition of a magazine devoted to food should have some discussion of the food habits of most Americans.