![]() He could not, he insisted, accept a car that used a screwdriver in place of a key. The valet stared at my beat-up Volvo and shook his head. ![]() In 1978, San Francisco’s fanciest French restaurant belonged to a chef who had cooked for the Kennedys. Unfortunately, the first time I tried this I hit a few snags. It please!,” then gather my retinue and float regally out the door. And when it was all over, I would throw down my card and cry “Charge “Does she like it?” I would not betray, by word or gesture, my opinion of the meal. She saying?” they would whisper to my waiter. Chefs would stand behind the kitchen door, trembling. Maître d’s would cower before the great Restaurant Critic. I pictured myself sweeping into fabulous restaurants to dine upon caviar and champagne. ![]() Personally, I found the primary requisite for writing about food to be a credit card.Īnd that was a problem. ![]() The primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite.Įasy for him to say: He was independently wealthy. ![]()
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