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I STILL GET a bubbly stomach for the 30 seconds before walking into a restaurant I’m about to review.
I’ve been a restaurant critic in a national newspaper for almost four years and still get, every time, that rush and excitement of the next assignment: who will I meet, what will I eat, will it exceed expectations, or am I set to be bitterly disappointed?
While you’re at the table next to me, looking into the eyes of your significant other on a cheeky little date night or gossiping with the gals over spicy margaritas, I have just clocked into work. My workplace is a different restaurant each week.
Oh, and I’m also pretending to be someone I’m not by using a fake name, burner email address and wrong number in my booking confirmation.
You can read restaurant critic Patrick Hanlon’s full Voices article here.
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