For three years now I’ve had the best job in the world.
It’s only part-time and the pay is minimal, but the job allows me to have some fun while I make a little cash. Add meeting new people, learning new things, attending exciting events, eating for free and doing something I totally love and one couldn’t ask for anything more.
I am a restaurant reviewer for a local publication. I use the word reviewer lightly because I do more than just tell what the food was, I also get to critique the whole experience. So I like to think of myself as a restaurant critic, not just a reviewer.
I’ve had many amazing meals and quite a few funky ones. I’ve been thanked, praised and cursed. There are always surprises.
One of the perks is getting invited to foodie events in town.
Last night, for example, I attended an opening for an not-yet-opened upscale Mexican place. I took my husband as my guest and from the moment we entered we were made to feel welcome and special.
The food is based in traditional Mexican fare but there is a definite modern influence; such as using braised short ribs in the beef recipes or a full menu of wildly inventive margaritas.
The decor is casual and modern – a little wood, a little metal all wrapped up in blues and browns – but the highlight of the place is the huge patio that overlooks the city. The patio is reminescent of verandas found in the old rancheros in Mexico.
I think the place will be a big hit.
And I never would’ve attended such a bash if it weren’t for this little writing job.
Thank you oh gods of food writers for giving me the opportunity to do something I love!