The plan as I proposed to my good buddy, The Common Eater (“CE”), was to eat and critique each of the best Metro Detroit sandwiches from the restaurants recommended by Sylvia Rector of the Detroit Free Press (“Freep”) in her March, 2008 column. Sort of a critique of the critic. Certainly nothing novel, but an excuse to go out and eat with an agenda. Besides, in a perfect world I’d be a food and travel critic anyway. I frequently send e-mails to my friends about restaurants so this would be a natural extension. I knew my good friend CE would be game as we are foodies. I love the hunt. I love the destination. I love the research. I love the find. If the food is good, then it’s a home run. If not, well you’ll find out.
I hate eating somewhere in my own backyard. I need to feel like I am going somewhere. Otherwise, what’s the point? It’s Detroit. Born, raised, live and work here. Let’s hop in the car and go…explore...East side…West side…Downtown…don’t matter…Anyway, CE and I will hit each of these spots randomly and many more both in and out of the state. You’ll read what we like and don’t like. CE is common. Like a reliable Chevy Corsica. He’ll eat anything. He doesn’t care. His mind is open. Me, on the other hand, I am picky. I am critical. I am sarcastic. I am The Fussy Eater (“FE”).
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