For me, eating at Pizza Ranch was an adventure. I liked the fact that the slices of pizza are narrow enough, so you can try different kinds. There is a wide choice. I tend to choose pizza with cheese and pepperoni. The customer favorite is the Roundup with beef, pepperoni, Italian sausage, onions, mushrooms and black olives.Great buffet makes Italian Moon a landmark in Grand Forks
But there is a limit to how much a person could ¡ª or should ¡ª eat. Some people can handle a lot. Others are moderate. And I notice that many of the customers at the Moon go back through the salad bar, where there are fresh slices of different pizzas available all the time.(Pop quiz: one of these reviews is positive and one is negative, can you figure out which is which?)
"P.S. An elderly white-haired gentleman leaned over me when I wasWhich is all sorts of brilliant; it reads like one of Lydia Davis' aphoristically short stories.
sitting on a bench in Florida. He said, ¡°Say something! Say something!¡± I
thought he was trying to pick me up. Then I realized he wanted to know
if his hearing aid was working."
Are there any restaurants opening soon that will be the subject of your future reviews?I'm very excited.
Yes, I have done one for next week, I've already finished it. My deadline is 10 days before--I have to have the review in 10 days before it's printed. And I have submitted one on "The Drunken Noodle," which just opened in East Grand Forks.
Why would you ever say anything except "Congratulations!" when somebody happily shares her engagement story with you?Start with the social animal's natural impetus to strive for and advertise one's own high relative status. Try to wrap this tightly in the progressive attitudes that status is synonymous with privilege and that lording your privilege over someone else is an inherently oppressive, ironically status-lowering thing to do. The result isn't a watertight seal. Pressure builds in the stagnant interior, leaks spring up in strange places, and jets come spurting out.
My experiences in dining in Fargo [the largest city in the state] usually are limited to a stop at the Olive Garden for lunch or for some good, wholesome food at the Highway HostI'll leave the Highway Host up to your imagination....
If so, can you describe for me what, if anything, about Olive Garden's food that you consider to be superior to, say, actual Italian food?Wow, that comes across as snooty. I'm sure it's not meant that way, but I'll bite:
Others, including media and news websites Gawker and Huffington Post, chimed in. Soon news hounds from Minneapolis, New York and even Fargo were calling Mom and demanding interviews. Basically, they wanted to know whether she was for real and how she felt about being mocked all over the Internet.
She felt fine about it. But she didn't care to scroll through the thousands of Twitter and Facebook comments on her writing style. "I'm working on my Sunday column and I'm going to play bridge this afternoon," she explained, "so I don't have time to read all this crap." She didn't apologize for writing about a restaurant where many people like to eat. Her poise under fire endeared her to people who do read all that. Strangers started sending me emails about how much they loved my mom.
Her phone line was tied up, so I emailed her: "You've gone viral!"
She replied: "Could you tell me what viral means?"
My mom has her own style of reviewing restaurants: She doesn't like to say anything bad about the food. Her regular readers read between the lines. If she writes more about the d¨¦cor than the food, you might want to eat somewhere else.posted by MCMikeNamara at 1:11 PM on March 13, 2012 [8 favorites]
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