People say great food is like great sex. But after two years of reviewing trendy restaurants, chatting with charming chefs, and indulging in fatted duck breast, I've lost my appetite.
Oh poor me, I have to earn my living eating great food and
writing about it. Woe is me, when will I be able to give this up
and find a soul-crushing 9-5 office job with a lousy commute?