“Want a free meal? Start a food blog and Up might invite you for one…You gotta give Up credit as a promoter. Stuffing food bloggers with free food and digital prose pre-loaded with ’80s movie references is an unbeatable way to create buzz. But the danger of inviting comparison between P.Y.T.’s cookout-grade burgers and the man-sized version at Butcher & Singer is that a critic who actually pays his checks might carry one out.” – Trey Popp
So, good buddy and fellow food writer Trey Popp said I’m in this shit for free food. Free food. Fo’realz. I get every check comped, every beer and drink on the house, every nibble is GRATIS, yo. Because , shit, why should I PAY FOR FOOD? I’m a blogger. I don’t pay for nothing. Isn’t that why we all started doing this? We’re all straight P.I.M.P.
Oh wait, no. I got a job and I pay for my meals. 5 or 6 nights a week. Because I love to eat. I love food. I love the culture. And besides the bones I get tossed by the good PR folks around town now and again, (which never included PYT, by the way) I spend all of my disposable income on prepared food, rare beers, wine, and travel to eat weird shit. Not a necessity in the lot there, but that’s my point. I do this because I love it. And I know what I am talking about, too. So do my colleagues.
I spent years in kitchens, behind the bar, washing dishes, traveling to eat victuals I heard about in movies and read about in books. Food psycho? Check. Big fucking check. Same with my contemporaries. I’m naming names. Foobooz, Drew and Felicia at Meal Ticket, Fries With That Shake, Mac and Cheese, Foodaphilia, The Unbreaded Boys, PhilaFoodie (Dave would never trash us, he never forgets his roots), Beer Lass, A Food Coma, Femme Fermental, Foodzings, Living On The Vedge, Holly Eats, Messy and Picky, etc. do this for the love. And as far as I know, we all have jobs and pay handsomely for the opportunity to eat great stuff. I dropped 180 bills to eat a shitty plate of veal at Marc Vetri’s eponymous outpost. No trust fund here picking up the slack. And sure as shit, The Big V ain’t comping me baby cow, crappy or not. Put a monster dent in my budget, but it was completely worth it. Same with Talula’s, every goddamn Starr restaurant, Garces’ places, Zahav and the like. Paid for all of them. Happily. Every last steamed soup dumpling.
Trey is a writer, first and foremost. That’s his job.  He writes about whatever gets tossed his way. Whether it’s food or Democrats buying votes or a Worst-Case Scenario book about camping, it’s what he does. THAT’S HIS JOB, and he trashes us about free food? Food bloggers do this for little or no pay, for love. We find passion in a burger or great beer, a perfect cupcake or slice of pie, and ache to tell our friends and cohorts about the experience. We’re big fucking nerds.
Kind of irnoic he called us out on legitimacy, considering he didn’t mention that often times the weeklies can only send their ‘reviewers’ once. Whether they admit it or not, that’s the truth. Not gonna blow any whistles, but a very prominent food personality in Philly told me his pub can only send him twice on very special occasions. Happens to work at a weekly. Ahem.
PYT, the place in question, has been inconsistent. I had 2 great burgers there and 2 mediocre. One good batch of fries and another terrible. Good and bad shake. But what the hell do I know, I’m a blogger. It’s a shame that we were brought up in derogatory fashion, because I can’t remember any ’blogger’ talking about how useless the ‘traditional media’ is.
I would trust E at Foodaphilia to tell me who bakes the best desserts in town, because that’s what she does in her spare time. I would ask Jess at Fries With That Shake where to get the closest version of In and Out Burger in the local, because she’s obsessed. Suzy and Felicia would be my first stop for a beer critique or recommendation, and Kells and Taylor could help me out when my veggie friends are in town. Unbreaded keep the sammies on lockdown. Not sure I would ask Popp to find any of that shit out. But next time I need to remove a tick, I’ll read his book.







