Many of you know that I love eating. A lot. "64 slices of American cheese" a lot. I eat more than most people I know. Where does this capacity for eating come from? And how is it that I still wear Size 2 girl pants?
A complex answer would take into account family history, emotional makeup (I eat my feelings, according to "Mean Girls"), etc. But under Occam's Razor, the simplest answer is that I have a tapeworm. His name is Kaarl. He eats everything I eat. And when he hasn't had enough, he sends signals for me to eat more. He has a discerning palate -- he can tell the difference between Southern/Soul and Cajun/Creole. But he's not snobby -- he's perfectly content with great food from a hole-in-the-wall. And he sounds a little like Cookie Monster.
Therefore, it made sense to enlist Kaarl's help as the restaurant reviewer for my blog. During my travels, I hope to eat in lots of different places. Kaarl will keep my loyal readers abreast of my culinary journey, so that they know where to and where not to eat in those cities. I hope my tapeworm can be of service to you.
(Note to self: never attempt a Google image search of the word "tapeworm" while eating dinner. It puts a damper on your appetite, even if you have a real tapeworm.)
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