Macdonalds in the Louvre?
Subway in the Tate?
Spearmint Rhino in the British Museum?
The slippery slope of soul-selling coming soon to a Cultural Institution near you.
But hold on a cotton picking minute. What’s so bad about that? Art is inclusive, or so the mandarins would have it, why shouldn’t this extend to food? We might not all want to chomp on steak tartare and pommes ooh la la. Some of us might just fancy a banana milkshake and fries with our Warhol.