My sister had a job as a product demonstrator at Baker’s , a once-decent local chain ruined first by Fleming, then by Kroger.
One weekend she was demonstrating a Wolfgang Puck’s allegedly Gourmet coffee cafe au lait drink in a self-heating can and had a couple of cans left over, one of which she gave to me with the warning that it was artificially sweetened.
It was artificially coffee-ed as well. And the milk was obviously powdered. The only good thing about it was that the can worked perfectly.
If the product had been anything other than the South Park character Tweak’s Dad’s
“tastes like raw sewage” coffee, it might have been worth over $3 a can.
The concept of a GOOD self-heated coffee and a GOOD self-heated beef stew sounds like something to pack away in one’s emergency kit before venturing too far from home in bad winter weather.
My opinion of Wolfgang Puck is that given a choice between eating anything with his name on it and scrounging for an old mint at the bottom of my wife’s purse at the airport, the mint wins decisively. The man is a whore who’ll put his name on anything that was once food for endorsement money.