About Fed Man Walking
Before taking a buyout in 2011, I was the restaurant critic for the American-Statesman, a three-year bacchanalia during which I ate and drank my way through 500 vapor-lit trailers, cafes with bad chicken-fried steak and places where they ask what type of sparkling water you'd like. Fed Man Walking is where I keep the dinner party going. The same rules still apply: no free food, no special treatment and as much proper grammar, spelling and punctuation as I can handle without a copy editor. Wish me luck.