About Me

What qualifies me to give my opinion on a restaurant’s quality (or lack thereof)? Well, what qualifies anyone on such a thing? The majority of us that are fortunate to have use of all five senses and our motor skills can eat a meal and give our opinions. That being said, I suppose I am no more or less an authority on the subject than most. My journey to where I am today in regards to dining begins with a story as simple as this: my mother.

Growing up on the east coast, many summers were spent in Maryland, dipping nets into the Chesapeake in search of blue crabs. Our bounty would later be steamed by my mother and smothered in every Marylander’s favorite seasoning, Old Bay. My earliest food memories are of cracking and picking apart blue crabs with my mom to extract that delectably sweet meat and give it a quick swipe through the old bay mountain I’d poured atop my newspaper placemat. Like most kids, a scraped knee or stubbed toe would send me into a fit of tearful tantrums, but the pain of a finger pricked on the spike of a crab’s leg and later agitated by the sting of the Old Bay in the open wound would not deter me from my feast.

I suppose if I were to psychoanalyze myself, I would have to say my dining philosophy has not evolved much from those early days on a back patio in Maryland. I still savor the food memories as much as – if not more than – the meal itself. To me, the mark of a great meal has been as much about a sense of community and shared experience as anything else. It is partially why I don’t mind standing in line for food these days, and why I’m always quick to share my food experiences with friends, family, coworkers and anyone else who will listen. It is why I will always share a bite off my plate, and will always accept a bite off of yours.

Though I completed culinary school, the life of a chef was not a life for me. Make no mistake, I have the utmost respect for the talent and sacrifice chefs make to help create my food memories. The restaurant world can be as unforgiving as it is rewarding. Those in the foodservice industry give up their own holidays and miss out on their own family meal memories for the sake of us, the diner. For any of you that may come across this site, please know I am forever in your debt. Your selflessness is not lost on me. But there is no doubt in my mind that food will always play an important role in my life. Perhaps my place in the culinary world is to speak about it. Heaven knows I’ve never been at a loss for words, as many of my posts will show. I am fortunate to live in a city that is such an ethnic melting pot and is experiencing such a culinary revolution.

For those of you that choose to follow along, I thank you for your viewership, and hope this provides some entertainment and useful knowledge for you. I’ll do my best to keep it interesting.

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