Questions arose in previous blog posts about how a supposedly undercover restaurant critic is recognized in the field. I'll share one way with you. It happened to me this morning:
I was at a local pub, sitting solo, silently rooting for the Czech Republic to beat the United States (as if Americans needed help embarassing themselves on another international field).
In a room of women and men drinking Newcastle, Bass and other ales at 10 a.m., Pilsner Urquell provided little cover.
A News Tribune photographer approached me.
"Hey, Ed," he said. "Are you reviewing this place?"