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A Truly Mouthblowing Culinary Experience in the Dretches of Europe
When I started my career in dining critique, or as they laymen call it, “reviewing food”, I never imagined all the twists and turns the job would take me on. Whether it was being yelled at by the staff at my local gastropub over my first negative review, the long-lines at foreign airports on my way to the next artisanal farmhouse, bed-and-and-breakfast, or beachside eatery, even all my chance encounters with celebrities, I could not be more thankful for the opportunity to dictate the world’s palette one sentence at a time.
Fall has always been a time of comfort for me. Absent-mindedly spending my days sipping on pumpkin or apple-flavored coffee, waking up to the crisp air, and the onset of the holiday season beats muddled lines at the water park during the peak of the dog days and the evaporating sunlight and biting cold temperatures common of Winter. My favorite thing about the late months of the year is the changing nature and eventual shedding of the leaves. Seeing the mighty natural skyscrapers that populate the forest become naked in an effort to conserve what’s left of their behemoth lifespan never ceases to fill me with a feeling of existential appreciation. A deeply-human expression of our own mortality played out in the world of nature.
He didn’t wanna go out that night but something was pulling him strongly, something grandiose, something that felt intensely unique. He had to bolt out of his hotel room and be a part of whatever it was. As he scrounged through his apartment attempting to find something that fit the feeling the trance had washed him over with, he decided on something he wore everyday, a simple denim jean jacket and his favorite pair of black Levis. As the man surveyed his outfit up and down in the mirror he muttered, “Dammit Joe, you really have done yourself in again.” approvingly at his outfit in the mirror.