Orlando Magazine

Life of a Critic

 

The first thing people usually say to me when they hear what I do is, “I’d love to do that; it must be a great job.” Most times it is. And then there are the other stories I could tell you …

[Upon seeing seeing a menu item of “Margherita pizza, no sauce”]
Me: "Can you make your “Margherita pizza” with sauce?"
Server: "No."
Me: "Why not?"
Server: "It's not how we make it.''
Me: "Can I get a pizza with mozzarella cheese, basil and sauce?"
Server: "We can do that."
Me: "You know what that’s called?"
Server: "No."
Me: "A Margherita pizza."


[Back when mahi-mahi was called dolphinfish]
Server: “The catch of the day is dolphin—but it’s the fish half, not the mammal half.” (This same server also told me, “I think oysters are disgusting—but they’re very popular.”)


Me: "I'm sorry to say this fried chicken is burnt. It’s actually black. And inedible."
Server: "I didn’t cook it." (This is now my favorite excuse for everything.)


Me (in a Florida restaurant): "The menu says you have Gulf shrimp. Do you know from where in the Gulf?"
Server (after checking): "The chef says they’re from Vietnam."
Me: "Ah, so that means the Gulf of Tonkin …"


SPEAKING OF PIZZA—the most disturbing ingredients I’ve been served in Orlando: a salad with a bug, in a very high-end, celebrity-owned restaurant; a piece of glass in a frosty cold mug of beer; and, nestled in a pizza, a shotgun pellet. The pizzeria owner’s response (accompanied by dramatically clasped hands and a beseeching gaze at the ceiling): “Oh my Gahd! How did that get in there!?” (No money was returned. I guess buckshot is an upcharge.)

Next week we’ll talk about the curious case of unusual wine.

 

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