...well, that's not really true. I have been, or have made myself swallow food that I didn't necessarily like. The way I see it, there are starving people everywhere, and if there's food, I will finish it--especially if I had to pay for it!
A note on the name--I am not a character out of Pixar! Not the creepy Anton Ego from Disney/Pixar's Ratatouille. At least, I am not that mean. I guess the one thing Anton Ego and I, Anton (Alter) Ego have in common is that we have somewhat high expectations when it comes to food, especially to restaurants that seem to keep getting these high ratings from critics all over San Diego. I am starting to think that either the critics warn these restaurants when they will appear, hence these restaurants threaten their staff to prepare their best meal, or face torture, or the critics are just too nice and afraid to offend the owners of these restaurants. Of course, I know several restaurants in San Diego, where employees will not hesitate to add their own variation to the dish (SPIT pea soup, anyone?)...
I love food. I love to sample food, I like to take risks with food, and as some co-workers might say, I blow all $40K of what I make a year on eating out. Might as well write about it, right?
I am still looking for that dish that'll make me cry. For food that is so tasty, so delicious, that I can feel what the chef is feeling the moment he is preparing the food. After having partaken in artistic endeavours myself, I believe that food can be like a beautiful painting, a song that transcends all styles, a classic novel, or a poem that is accessible and deep, all at the same time.
I have yet to find that. Most often, I eat my meal, and will respond with a "that's good..." or, "ick..." I want to find my Nadia Comaneci of chefs...the perfect 10.
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