This month Wiley Publishing will be throwing down yet another “For Dummies” title aimed towards a group of people whom feel the need to share their views on food. “Food Blogging For Dummies” (how appropriate considering the average food blog is well below average) will drop April 17th, and if you are a current or aspiring blogger it should be worth a look, especially if there is a chapter entitled “For Those Without Service Industry Experience: Please Stop Acting Like You Know What It Is Like” or a chapter entitled “How To React To A Bad Restaurant Experience Without Looking Like An Asshole,” a seriously needed class for the layman food blogger. Below is a link to Eater Nationals write up on the book.
Filed under: restaurant reviews
Thought I would get a quick share in here. My commentary may follow as I am currently too busy reading a certain outed critics “final”words.
Filed under: restaurant reviews | Tags: Bathory, Cats, datebook diner, des moines, food, Food Critics, hugs
I regret to inform you that the most popular person featured in this blog is stepping down from her food reviewing post to concentrate on other Frenchness. I mean endeavors… In true DD style, I will just repost her words for you.
From the Des Moines Register Datebook Diner Blog from March 6th, 2012:
I’m Ready to Pass the Plate!
At one point, after I had mentioned that I had been writing the column for 14-plus years, one kid raised his hand and asked, “So, when will you stop being the Datebook Diner?”
Interesting question. But what it reveals is that even a third-grader sensed that 14 years was a really long time to be doing this job.
And he’s right. In fact, I’d been thinking it was time to move on for a little while now. While it’s hard to give up a gig that combines two things I love to do (eat and write), it’s time for me to—in the lingo of people who move on from jobs—“pursue other opportunities.”
As much as that sounds like a cliché, it’s true. I’ve recently published a cookbook (The Bonne Femme Cookbook: Simple, Splendid Food That French Women Cook Every Day), and I need to continue in my efforts promoting that and possibly following it up with another book.
I also want to focus on more healthful dining, both in my career and my personal life. And let’s face it, that isn’t easy to do when you’re the restaurant reviewer—it’s not the focus of most restaurants.
Finally, I simply think it’s time to let someone else give a fresh perspective on the restaurant scene.
My last review will run next month.
It’s been a pleasure.
There you have it, folks. WEM managed to squeeze in a few jabs about how long she has been subjected to the grueling lifestyle of a food reviewing person, pimp out her new cookbook in yet another Register forum, throw a subtle punch about how unhealthy it is to dine in DSM (damn portion sizes) , and then claim that she thinks it’s time for someone else to bring a fresh take on the scene.
Who should that be? Any ideas?
Winnie, we are going to miss you here at Locally Grown. In fact, we may have to change our whole format back to what it was intended now that you are not going to be around…especially Ace Editor Bathory (here’s a picture for old time’s sake)
Next month will be her final review. I hope there is at least one during that time that is worth an old school picking apart. Keep your fingers crossed.
Filed under: restaurant reviews | Tags: court, datebook diner, downtown, food, full, library cafe, press, scratch, some other stuff.
So many things to write about, and so little time. Today we will have fun in a different kind of way. A way that we have never had fun here at the LG before. I am going to personally go on record as agreeing with the DD on her review of the newly owner-ized Library Cafe. It was a nice preliminary visit write up and made me want to go pay them a visit. I also have it on good information that they have a great beer selection, including a stand alone tap of my personal favorite brew, Pabst. I may go there tonight in some skinny jeans riding a fixie to get the hippest experience from my long time love of a beer. We shall see.
So here is a link to this ground breaking piece of food writing (it does not mention Star Bar or France even in a remote way) (although in a twitter conversation DD did admit that she wishes it was on Ingersoll, which I just figured out was most likely a humor joke related to the SB thing. That is funny. I am a little slow on the uptake some days). (Ever seem like there are too many parenthetical statements on this blog? I thought so.)
Go read and enjoy for yourself. I bet you feel like going there to eat after you read. Nice job to the Library Cafe staff and the fine folks of Full Court Press for doing a great job. Making everything in-house is legit. I will be there soon for some good times.
See you next week, tens. I have a few things half written in the que for you all. It is sure to piss in many many bowls of round oat-laden breakfast cereal.
Lovers love, but all love comes to an end. Criers cry, but the tears eventually dry up (or they die of acute dehydration). Huggers hug, but there will always come a time in their hugs when they may have to take care of important business, such as the business of using the bathroom, requiring the diversion of their hugging arms to said um…business.
but haters keep on hating no matter what.
Everyone has a little hater in them, from something small like pet peeves to larger problems such as plotting murders. You have a little hater in you…as do I. I know, you probably figured that out a while ago.
Tonight I had a bad experience at a local restaurant. It wasn’t terrible, just a little misunderstanding. A misunderstanding as to whether or not I wanted to get served. I was pretty sure I wanted a margarita, as was my dining partner. The bartender, on the other hand, was absolutely positive that we were happy with the waters in front of us and went about serving the more non-homeless looking people sitting around the bar while simultaneously ignoring us. We sat there for about 20 minutes, five or so of it was spent trying to choose an appropriate drink to accompany our appetizers we were planning on ordering as our dinner. A nice margarita/small plate dinner seemed like a good end to a stressful week. Not according to our bartender. I mentioned my predicament on Twitter, tagging in the restaurant on my twheat, with no response from the restaurant (which is okay, I know the kick ass woman who does their social media, and wouldn’t fault her for not responding to a grumpy man, whom she knows to be grumpy at 5 pm on a Friday). I decided it was time to pull the plug on the waiting game, and upon getting up from the bar top and making leaving movements the bartender gave us a sincere-ish smile and thanked us warmly. For what? I said “thank you for not serving us” and walked toward the door. My dining partner said the bartender claimed they thought we were still looking at the menu. I sincerely doubt her claim. We looked like a well dressed homeless couple, or a shabbily dressed homed couple. Evidently our money was not needed by the restaurant or the bartender. (The spot we did end up at was more than happy to see us and had been following my twitter gripes. Love those persons at the High Life) Cool. I will not be going back to this restaurant again. Until the patio opens back up and mojito mondays in the sun are in season. So, shitty service restaurant, I guess we will meet again in April. I can’t wait. Meh. Thanks, Dos Rios.
Tens, what went wrong here?
1. I felt judged by the service staff.
2. I did not get served. Well, we did get waters.
3. There was a second bartender whom also ignored us. Completely
4. There was, and still has been, no attempt at righting the sitch.
Am I a hater? Almost always. I am always overly critical, but generally keep it to myself if possible. Was I wrong to broadcast my problem immediately to twitter? No. That is what it is there for? Will I be going back? Absofuckinglutely not. Will they miss me? They didn’t even know I was there. So…no. Will I go online and leave an annonymous shity review on some stupid restaurant review site? No, I like to own my words and I see anonymous shit talkers as cowards who should keep it to themselves. Wait. I actually did write a bad review, but it is just here and I am sure that no person would ever check my opinion before going to the offending restaurant.
Anonymous internet shit talkers are cowards.
But then again, Haters gotsta hate. Have a great weekend.
Filed under: restaurant reviews | Tags: David Lee Broth, dining, france, french, local, sporks, urban spoon, yelp
Here at LG, we have focused much of our attention and energy on avoiding writing blog posts. When our energy is diverted and we get duped into writing actual blog posts our attention has been almost solely focused on a small handful (aka one) of people who do a fantastic (aka piss poor) job of reviewing (aka we don’t really know what to call what they do…but it isn’t reviewing) our local DMZ food scene. With those (that) people (person) currently in France (Dear France: can you please keep her this time, she loves you and belongs amongst your inferior boots, long, crusty loaves of bread and mini-desserts), our subject base has been truncated at best.
So with no recent reviews deserving of our heavy handed attention leaking forth unto your eyes through the soy ink stained pages of the Register, our attention was turned to the hundreds of fine folks who share their opinion with other fine folks via the really awesome user-review sites found all over the splinternet. I registered on the UrbanSpoon web site (and yes, you can find me there under the name of “the cook,” go ahead and be my friend there. I have already posted some poorly written reviews of a couple spots) and took to the virtual streets, looking for the real jems, those with that certain little something (isn’t there a French phrase for that?).
(this is getting way to long and pointless again. thanks for following along if you made it this far)
It always meh-mazes me how much opinion people are willing to spout out with an adjoining small bit of thought. So many of the reviews that were encountered were just knee-jerk-off reactions to one specific event involving a disgruntled customer and a misunderstanding. So many of the misunderstandings/situations seem so easily remedied. Sometimes just talking to the staff like a human being can go a long way.
Okay, this is going to have to be continued tomorrow. I am losing track of the subject matter…seems to be a constant problem around here these days.
This is what a good restaurant review looks like. Read it and enjoy. We will return to this subject soon.
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