To me, there are few things in life more satisfying than sharing a great meal with loved ones. In the same vein, there are few things I find more dissatisfying than plunking down cash on a bad meal. Because of this, I spend a lot of time poring over restaurant reviews, openings and closures, and eating a whole lot of food in restaurants all over Seattle and the North end.
I love eating good food, and I know a lot of you do too. But I also know that most people don’t put in the kind of research I do, which is where Calling All Fats comes in.
To be a fat means to deeply care about food, in a variety of ways. To understand food and why something is good in a way that is almost impossible to explain to a non-fat. To enjoy meals to their fullest, appreciating a plate of beautifully cooked food in a way that feels almost obscene. To read a menu like a vulture, scrutinizing each syllable until a choice has been made, feeling a pang of regret that the whole menu couldn’t be ordered. To talk about food in sounds, rather than words, using gratuitous hand gestures to try to evoke the feeling of a fantastic meal to a person unfortunate enough to not enjoy it with you.
Being a fat means that I want to talk about food with all of you, explaining exactly what I love about the restaurants I visit in Seattle in (sometimes excruciating) detail. It also means that I really want to try everything the city has to offer. Please hit me up with suggestions for future Calling All Fats posts, I’d love to hear what I should try next or what I haven’t thought to talk about yet.
Calling All Fats is something I should have done long ago, and I’m excited to share it with you.