Meredith Brody is, somehow, food critic for SF Weekly. And her work sucks quail eggs.
Oh, I don't hate her for her foodie opinions. She primarily chooses safe and popular restaurants, and honestly, I probably wouldn't know a halfway-decent rabbit and fennel cake from a great rabbit and fennel cake.
No, Brody sucks because, every week without fail, she pounds out inches and inches of self-absorbed blather about her out-of-town guests, her childhood, her favorite writers, and her damn navel before she bothers to mention that she tasted some food. (Here's a particularly egregious example: 732 words before she even leaves for the restaurant.)
Well, Cedric of Le Blog de San Francisco apparently hates Brody, too. Rock on, Ced! It's always a warm feeling when you find that you're not alone in the world, but rather part of a broader community. And ain't that just what the Innernets are supposed to be about?
Hey, thanks for the trackback, I just found it!
She tops the 750 words before going to a restaurant in this egregious example:
http://cedichou.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_cedichou_archive.html#111220702788463462
Cheers,
Ced.
Posted by: cedichou | April 27, 2005 at 01:02 AM