Just looked over Jason Sheehan's review of Thai Lotus, which reminded me of this recent missive from a reader:
First off, let me say I think Jason Sheehan is a talented writer and fair food critic. I look forward to his column each week. Okay, now for the bitching: It is a given, every blessed week, that Jason does at least four of these five things. He either a) talks about his wife (we get it, he loves her); b) uses the F word (sure, once or twice is okay for shock value, but it gets old); c) refers to his days as a fan of yay, toot, boogar suger, blow, coke, white or whatever you want to call it (cool, man!); d) waxes and wanes about his days as a grill person or line man or chef; or e) goes and has a smoke.
Yawn. I know it's a lot of F space to fill, but we'd rather just read the review.
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Hey, just two out of five in this week's review! You'll have to read it to find out which made the cut, but here's a hint -- not a single F word. No fucking kidding. -- Patricia Calhoun