Eric tells me we're supposed to have an introductory post so that anyone who may read this will know what's going on. Or who we are, or something, i don't know, it was early and I didn't sleep much and i have a hard time staying on topic.
Eric is currently flying from Boston, Massachusetts to Paris France on what he will probably jokingly refer to from now on as the "great mid-life crisis culinary tour of 2012". Don't listen to him, he's only 31 and has many many more years of being ridiculously opinionated to go.
As he is flying (safely i can only hope) across the ocean, I am still here in Boston. So at the start of all this we are in two very different places. Geographically at least. When it comes to food and drink and everything associated with that we are usually in the exact same place. That place being "yes please, I'll have more of that. and that, and that over there" On our first date we had a picnic of charcuterie, cheese, fruit and wine, and when i turned to him and said "this just made me hungrier" we headed to lone star taco bar (allston, mass) to have one of each taco on the menu as well.
I'm front of the house. Oh, i've dabbled in back, grill cook, dishwasher, prep cook, and one time i worked at the Municipal Ice rink in Norwich CT and ate way too many orders of mozzarella sticks to be good for my picky teenage skin. 
But for the most part I look people in the eyes and nod yes, or shake no, and am as sweet and as nice (usually) as anyone can be to people that come into a building expecting someone to wait on them hand and foot. I got this. I've been doing it awhile and it turns out from what some people tell me, I'm good great at it.
I am the person you look at when you say things like "I know it's not on the menu, but...." or "I came here 4 years ago and you had a special that night, do you have that same special tonight?" I do judge you, how can I not, but know I do this for more than just the good stories. I love being remembered, it's purely selfish, when you have a GREAT meal at a GREAT restaurant, what do you do? You usually tell people. And I know I want to be part of the story.