That Time A Restaurant Tricked Me Into A Bogus Review
Or, why my dad only visited one restaurant I ever critiqued.
Or, why my dad only visited one restaurant I ever critiqued.
Author’s Note: Written in loving memory of William Tepfenhart, who we buried this week, four years ago. I love you, dad.
As many people know, I’ve been a professional restaurant critic for about 12 years. It’s one of the many services I do and it’s also a fun g…