you've done your job. i'm addicted to the site. and it's not the suzie sorority buys a pack of marlboro lights when she goes out on the town kind, it's the jim's got to mainline now or the world is going to be a big, blurry mess.
as it turns out, this is the perfect catharsis for a twelve hour cooking shift at a fine dining joint. when you come home and you've kicked the hardcore drinking and silliness you find out you've got some energy to burn.
my thought for the day:
browsing through the post-it notes here, i tend to be pulled toward the fine dining threads.
people, think about how hard it is to make friends, or take it a step further and dream about whether or not the perfect mate exists. restaurants fall under this regime of self-esteem questions, a varied rate of game playing, and trust issues. we're all human and it's easy to fall into the same old grooves when you're analyzing your date and/or the place you're having dinner. swing with me now as i devise a remedy to the woes that plague us every day.
if you're short and perky you may not dig hanging with the actor who played lurch on the addams family. doesn't make either of you bad people, just demonstrates a bad pairing. you wouldn't catch me pairing chateau haut-brion with asparagus and a candied lemon vinaigrette so this is what i ask.
dig up a little sympathy. there will always be slings for evil people who through unfortunate twists of fate are your server for the evening. hot coffee will be spilled on laps. my medium-rare and your medium-rare probably bare the the faintest of resembleances.
let's just be willing to call a mismatch a mismatch. i promise i will never review an indian restaurant. i don't have the base or the strength. let's stick to our strengths and inform. i want to here from the guy who is so serious about hot dogs that when he closes his eyes he sees links. this is the man i trust to choose my dog.
when i read the slam reviews and they don't have the substance or relative information to back them up, i have to ask, "did you know what you were in for, and was it going to make you happy?"
a night at trotter's will never nail it on the head for me if subconsciously i was drooling for pizza from piece (aahhh...pizza from piece, it's so frightening that MTV almost ruined it for me). we must harvest apples with apples and oranges with oranges.
if you're still with me, i must ask, "why?"
because you love it. power to the chowhounds. one man can make a difference.