Incorrect. In the episode with the Irish stereotypes and the colony of clones, Whorf says “If you wish, the replicator can produce real alcohol with all the deleterious effects intact. Whiskey!”
“Terrible! It has no bite.”
“Jakh Pollouk!”
“(comic whoa-that’s-good-alcohol noises)”.
WAG Starfleet personnel prefer synthehol as there is no chance of a hangover, and they remain sober in case of an emergency. Whorf still keeps some real bloodwine in his quarters for special occasions.
My guess is tradition. You get together with the guys, play poker, and drink synthehol. At one male bonding session, Whorf actually says “Less talk, more synthehol!”
Oh my god. I’m wiping tears of mirth from my eyes and hoping the muffled snickers don’t incite a coworker to see what’s going on over here. Thank you, that entire post was the funniest thing I’ve read since Rez’s hair removal / waxing story. Thank you.
Hmm, I just realized that they missed an opportunity.
“While I was forced to replicate the ingredients, I used the ship’s kitchen facilities to prepare them rather than simply having the replicator produce a finished dish. I felt that the experience of cooking was necessary to fully understand how humans view food.”
“Data! This is delicious! What is it?”
“It is que d’Laforge in garlic lemon sauce”
“Why is my name in there? I didn’t help you with this recipe.”
“No, Geordi. But you provided the pattern for one of the ingredients.”
“What?”
“The meat you are all eating is the replicated buttocks of Geordi.”
“What?”
“Why?”
“When?”
“I have often heard members of the engineering crew say that your buttocks were ‘yummy’ or ‘tasty’ and that they would ‘love to sink my teeth into that’ or that they ‘want a piece of that’.”
“Data, why didn’t you ask me before you served us all human flesh?”
And in one of the books (no, I can’t remember which one) they are loading a few tons of coffee onboard in the in-between-state you’re in when transporting, because the replicator can’t make good coffee.
I was kinda amused by the fact that every time Picard said “tea, Earl Gray, hot”, he got a new cup and saucer with it, yet there was no indication (until an episode of DS9, I think) of what happened to the china after the tea was consumed. I figured that was the impetus to build new starships; you abandoned the old ones as soon as all available space was filled with dirty dishes.
I’m sure they have safety precautions in-place, of course. However, what I DO believe is missing, is that everybody would have the computer talk to them specifically with some voice template of their choosing – of someone that they respect, favorite comedian, wife, etc.
The upshot of which would be - when I stick my hand in a food replicator (eg), I get a slight shock and a “Get your stupid-ass hands AWAY from the high-voltage appliances, boy!”… and when my weather report for my vacation home (to Rigel 7) comes in, it sounds like a 1980’s weatherman.
It’s was Spock’s World, by Diane Duane, which (and whom) people generally either love or hate. It wasn’t a replicator, though, because the story was, obviously, set in the time of Classic Trek (sometime between the first & second movies). Spock is preparing the Enterprise for a mission and is musing on the items he and the quartermaster are competing to acquire first (he encourages the competition because it makes them both better at their jobs).