Editor's note: The below letter from chef Eddie Matney is in response to restaurant critic Howard Seftel's review of Eddie's House, in yesterday's Arizona Republic.
It was just a few months ago that we were both so excited to date again.
But you're right. You have changed.
You didn't try my new things. You hadn't savored the pomegranate chili chicken. You blew past the lobster bisque cappuccino. Turned a blind eye to grilled vegetable tabouli. We just don't know each other anymore. We've grown apart.
And I get it. We've been together a long time. I value what we have. Maybe we have taken each other for granted. Maybe the sex is stale between us, but we've invested so much. I wanted it to work between us.
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SHOW ME HOW
But when it comes down to it, I still love the Rolling Stones. I know that when I buy a concert ticket in 2008, I want to hear Satisfaction. I need to hear Wild Horses. You are chasing starlets. I'm proud to be compared to Mick. And therein lies the problem, old friend.
Mick once offered a valuable lesson. And one that brings me peace after our first big fight. You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you might find...