Every so often, I get incredibly great (yet nasty) emails/comments. I thought I would publish a few today:
“FD, unfortunately your little site lacks as much as the horrible Shamelessrestaurant.com I’ve spent the last hour searching for anything of merit and have been totally amused to find nothing….”
“You also seem to think you have credentials for food reviews but still wonder why in a busy establishment you would have to wait for food and question or completely slam very talented and highly rated Chefs and restaurants. Not everything is for everybody but you seem to like nothing completely.
Portland it seems, is filled with self-elevated pretend foodies like yourself, whining about things you wish you knew. Is the world still flat to you too?
Your credibilty is compromised by more than the fact that you mearly have a gossip column that you not only partake but promote. Shameless or Shameful? Vile! Too bad”
And another one: “Just when I thought it (your pathetic site) couldn’t get worse you beg for money. How tacky.”
Finally:
“Your inept opinions are stunning. Are you an enormously fat person? Perhapos a drive through would suit your obviously cheap and flat palete”
He obviously didn’t read my latest review. It was a drive thru! Oh, and “credibilty” is spelled “credibility”, Perhapos – Perhaps, palete – palate, mearly – merely.
Food Dude says
Dave J. – Great observation.
Pollo – this person spent over an hour on the site just today;)
From the email address, tracing back the ip, and tracking their movements through the site, I think they work for a local restaurant – recently reviewed.
Dave J. says
I actually like the line:
“Not everything is for everybody but you seem to like nothing completely.”
It has a weird sort of lyrical brilliance; sounds like it might have been the title of a “Smiths” album.
pollo elastico says
“Just when I thought it (your pathetic site) couldn’t get worse you beg for money. How tacky.”
Funny how this person seems to be following this site’s every move. That’s like saying you abhor American Idol yet you know who all the finalists are.
You know you’ve made it when you bring out the gawkers.
Pam says
Gosh, you have to wonder what’s going on (or not) in someone’s head when a ‘little site’ can arouse such a high level of vitriol. One can only imagine what their day-to-day life must be like!
B.G. says
A great bunch of nobodys, with nothing to do or say. The sound and the fury signifing nothing!!!
Chris says
Wow, what is *up* with the vitriol? That’s so kooky. If you don’t like the site, go surf somewhere else.
I, for one, am a fan. Maybe it’s because I’m a “self-elevated pretend foodie” and have an “obviously cheap and flat palete.” Or maybe it’s that you provide informed and informative commentary on local food. Either way, it works for me.
Screw the wackjobs. Keep up the good work.
sidemeat says
Just like the people that lick their plate clean and then complain about the food.
Brett says
Isn’t there some quote about pi**ing off the right people? I think people who run bad restaurants would qualify. Keep it up, dude.
Angelhair says
If you can believe the bartenders and staff at the Ace in Seattle, then the rumour is true. I was there last month, having cocktails at Cyclops (the bar downstairs from the Ace), and the bartender said that he had toured the hotel space. He also told us about the Carey/Israel project, but couldn’t give us any info on cuisine.
Pork Cop says
Northern European…..
KevinS says
I love a blistering critique, but I prefer that it demonstrate a soupcon of wit – in this case meaning acuity of observation and expression.
(Said he with his pinky raised daintily around his tea cup). Food Dude and ShamelessRestaurants equated?
You’re doing good work – the Taco Bell piece was outstanding.
nancy says
The first email, with its hyper-inflated yet curiously off-target insults, calls to mind a blindfolded man swinging a sword overhead, in hopes of hitting a target, any target. It’s melodrama may be familiar, and yet one supposes this is not the effect to authorship (only FD knows) but the result of stuffing rage, impotency and cowardness into one epistolary sack.