Jan 20 2009
ChowHound Reviewed!
I told the padre, I like it here, get to do what you want, nobody fucks with you, the only thing you have to worry about is dying, and if that happens it won’t matter anyway…
—Bunny (Kevin Dylan) from Platoon
The Internet is a funny place. You can find information about anything and everything 24/7. Go to places that are real and imaginary. Ask people questions and tell people answers, find/lose people, solve/create problems… The people that set up soapboxes make rules for their spot, but for the most part it’s the Wild West.
Anybody can put up information and anybody can say what they want and no one really knows anything—mostly opinions. People either agree or disagree, the information for the most part is free flowing, we’re not like China—not yet!
This blog posts information that is opinion based on: different personalities, different sources of information, different experiences, different days of the week—the variables are vast and ever changing. The content is controlled here—people can’t post whatever they want, whether that’s the authors of posts or those commenting. I don’t let people use my soapbox to spread spam, inappropriate, or hateful content. I make the rules here, but sometimes people try to break those rules and maintenance can be a job in itself.
Now, when you go to other places they make the rules.
Where I come from you need to stand up for yourself because its been my experience that no one is going to do that for you. And, if you don’t stand up for yourself you’re not going to survive.
So, one of the subjects we write about here is restaurant reviews. We actually go to restaurants with the intent to review them and share our results with the rest of the world. The people we choose for these assignments have decades of experience including University, real world training and dining.
Besides posting here we share our posts with other review websites. They all have different sets of rules, audiences, and people commenting. Today we will be reviewing ChowHound.com a pretty popular site dedicated to those who love to eat.
Now, remember there are people who post articles and people that post comments—both can post and or comment.
Let’s just say there are some miserable people in the world that have nothing good to say, pic nits, pee in Cheerios—you get the point! People who have nothing better to do in fact. They can sit behind their computer and poke holes in anything and hide behind their damn computer and anonymity.
So, I re-post on ChowHound about this orgasmic pizza experience at this wonderful pizzeria Portofino in New York. (Portofino Dreaming) The comments on my article on Chowhound have since been deleted and even the post was pulled down twice, but it’s back up and stands alone…
Excerpt from my post Portofino Dreaming (the reason I give why I think their pizza is the best):
First, they make a slice that’s as big a small child and when in a whole pie it measures at least a yard from end to end. (probably an exaggeration, but close!)
Second, the sauce is perfectly seasoned with the right amount of cheese per any size bite.
Thirdly, we can talk about toppings, but I’m going to talk about one topping—broccoli rabe sauteed in garlic and olive oil. I’m still not ready to talk about how unbelievable this combination is—O M G! No, I’m just not ready yet…
Lastly, and I saved it for last because it is in fact the foundation—literally. The crust is thin, not paper, not notebook, but I’m going to call it the Goldilocks Crust—just right! But it’s not just right it’s just perfect!
Obviously size does matter and their perfect pizza crust is thin yet supportive, 1/8 inch of crispy, crunchy, able-to-support-the-sauce-and-cheese (and broccoli rabe in my case) perfect!
