Gentle Readers, lean in, it’s confessional time. Sometimes I go out to review a restaurant, take the requisite pictures, and then throw it all away. It’s true, there is food that I’ve eaten that you’ve not seen in photographic form.
Shocking as it may be, I decided early on that my taste was my own, and I would happily sing the praises of things I found to be wonderful, and occasionally curse a well-established flavor (eyes on you Nutella). No real damage done there. But unless I am actively abused or sickened by a place, I don’t mention it if I don’t love the food.
Would I be doing the world a favor by warning you off certain places? Perhaps, but you might truly like them and then that would be an opportunity missed. Every restaurant has bad days, and I’m not a paid critic with time to go back several times in disguise with large parties of varying palates.
Three times in recent history I’ve run into this problem. Each time with Waldorf (coincidence?). Ironically, the only time we truly agree is when we both violently hate something. Which wouldn’t make for that interesting of a review, though one place had bread so bad even it was inedible.
If you ask me privately about a particular place, I’ll be candid in my answer. If you see a restaurant listed in my reviews section, you can assume I’ve eaten there enough to want to go back. Why bother going negative, when there are so many place to be positive about? In my private life, I vote with my wallet. I’ll let Yelp and UrbanSpoon cover the masses.
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