How this came about

So, there I was at work, in the middle of my twelve hour shift, on the Saturday night of restaurant week, plating over 300 desserts when one of the managers walks up to my station.  He says, "there is a food blogger out there and she didn't like the pear dessert, so I want to give her a free cheese board, with extra stuff on it".  So I tilt my head, smirk on my face, and say, "so you want to positively reinforce her negative behavior?".  This of course sparked a very uninteresting rationalization to justify his behavior.  Whatever. I felt an obligation  to educate him about the limited knowledge San Diegans have about "what good food is".  In my usual aggravated tone, with my semi inside voice, I bitched: why does this person wield the power of a New York Times food critic, just because she threatens to post her self-indulgent, self-important, uninteresting opinion on her blog? Is that wrong, is that bad, did I say that out loud? Yep, days later, after a horrible meal in a so called gastropub, belligerently drunk in a two beer stupor, I proclaimed, fuck it, every time I eat out, I'm posting my self-important opinion!