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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

The Price You Pay for Being a Restaurant Whore

When you are a restaurant whore, food poisoning is your STD.

I'm just saying.

That said, you need to accept that it comes with the territory.

Even the best restaurants forget to wipe down a counter once in awhile so what can you do? You just eat what you like and hope for the best.

I won't name names, because I know it can happen to the best of us, but let's just say that my slutty ways have caused my abdomen to seize up in pain on more than one occasion.

So what you do hope for is that it passes quickly so you can move onto your next trick. In the meantime, stock the fridge with ginger ale and keep a bucket by the bed. You'll be back in action in no time.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld


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