This weekend’s news headlines hit me right between the eyes. Not to mention my pixie ears. Kapow!
But first – a bit of background! Jensen’s Bøfhus (a Danish steakhouse chain with branches in Norway, Sweden and Germany, let’s call them The Giant) brought a case against Jensens Fiskerestaurant (a man, Jacob Jensen, who owns three fish restaurants, let’s call him The Little Man). The Giant didn’t like The Little Man using the name Jensen for his chain of restaurants. Even if Jensen is the most common surname in Denmark. The Giant loses the case in Commercial Court, but goes on to win the case on appeal in High Court. And, along with the right to use the name Jensen in the food business, is awarded damages of DKR 200.000.
No prizes for guessing what happens next. ”What? Goliath has beaten David?!” A Facebook group, angry at The Giant treading on The Little Man, is born and thousands (and thousands and thousands… um, 110,000 when I checked this morning) of Danes sign up and swear that they’ll boycott The Giant’s restaurants.
I can appreciate both sides of the story. Fair enough, go ahead and protect your corporate brand, bring a case. But go after the principle, not the damages. Will I be boycotting The Giant? No need to – I’ve had ‘the pleasure’ of eating there a couple of times before and have absolutely no desire to return! But my kids remember the ‘eat all you can’ icecream with fondness…
But I digress! It wasn’t the case that made me sit up and almost spill my morning coffee. It was the English urban slang which had divebombed into Danish radio and newspaper headlines. (And we’re not talking taboloids here.)
– Sh*tstorm –
– Information: “Jensen’s Bøfhus: Vi sælger normalt under shitstormen“
– DR “Ekspert: ‘Shitstorm‘ kan blive alvorlig for Jensen’s Bøfhus”
– Politiken “Shitstormen rammer Jensen’s Bøfhus efter navnestrid”
“Sh*tstorm?” For Pete’s sake – I’m trying to eat here!
Have a marvelous Monday!