Unknown person at my all-time favorite restaurant, The Automat, this one on 7th Avenue. It was an art deco palace with sandwiches and pies in little glass jail cells and coffee that poured from the mouths of chrome plated lions. Smoking was permitted but there were no ashtrays on the tables to discourage customers from lingering.
This is about three guys who write or once wrote regularly about restaurants. Two of them were paid by major news outlets. One of them -- me -- writes for free and therefore counts as only half.
Peter Elliot of Bloomberg News visits the finest of the fine in New York City. He writes entertaining biographies. He knows his food. He is rail thin.
The late Mike McGrady of Newsday visited the finest of the fine and the lowest of the low on Long Island. He knew his food. He became enormous and he wasn’t a little guy to begin with.
I test restaurants in those two locations and in central Pennsylvania, then post findings on Google which just announced that I am in the top 10% of their reviewers. I do not know food. In fact, I eat only because I have to, not because I want to or like to. I have lost a ton of weight during the pandemic and wasn’t all that rotund to begin with.
Google doesn’t disclose much about what that alleged honor means. But I’ll take it. There could be 10 thousand of us. But there also could be oh, 14. Since every Google user has a minimum of four or five accounts, that could mean there are 14 guys with Discover Cards writing about 10- thousand places under cover of a forest of pen names.
I’m Wes Richards. My opinions are my own but you’re welcome to them. ®
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