My petty gripe: allowing hot food in cinemas is the end of civilisation | Mike Hohnen
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Nothing interrupts the escape into movie world like the pungent whiff of reheated four-cheese arancini. As they sift through the remains, future generations are going to find a lot more questions than answers about how 21st civilisation worked. But when they discover discarded chicken wing bones in the remains of our cinemas, one thing will be abundantly clear: this is where it all fell apart.
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The cinema was the last place on Earth where magic still existed. But it’s a delicate magic, one that’s predicated on working together. Turning off our phones; staying in our seats; not discussing spoilers; and ultimately agreeing that hot meals came before or after the movie. It’s dinner and a movie, not dinner with a movie.
We also had plenty of snacks that didn’t detract from the magic. Some snacks, like a boysenberry choc top, even added to the magic. Sign up to Five Great Reads. Each week our editors select five of the most interesting, entertaining and thoughtful reads published by Guardian Australia and our international colleagues. Sign up to receive it in your inbox every Saturday morning.
after newsletter promotion. In an effort to encourage audiences away from the comfort of streaming in their living rooms, the whimsy has been removed from the experience. This is how the world will end, not with a bang but with the pungent whiff of another moviegoer’s four-cheese arancini with roasted garlic aioli, reheated behind the box office alongside the steak sandwiches, cheeseburger sliders and steamed prawn har gow.
