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How the addiction started
My name is Jason, and I have this problem. Actually, I suppose it's a full fledged addiction now. It started many years ago when I left a small Texas Town at the age of 18 and moved to the bustling cultural grooviness that is Austin. It was there that I fell in with a pack of foodies: green-market-buying, espresso-maching-owning, chain-restaurant-snubbing, 5-night-a-week-dining foodies. While most college students were experimenting on the fairly traditional herbal route, my experimentation was completely legal - but just as trippy. I learned that I crave things I used to hate - like eggplant (if it was fresh and properly prepared) and that I could yearn and twitch for melt-on-your-tongue sushi (which I don't believe was even available where I grew up). These friends taught me to love and understand great food, and they also teased me as I would rave and moan as I discovered new flavors.
As the years passed, I realized that nothing could compare to a mind-bendingly good meal. Forget sex - just give me the daily special at Momofuku Ssam or some pasta from Peasant. And as time went on I placed more and more of a priority on seeking out hard core teeth-chattering cuisine - which now means I spend (to my own detriment) almost all of my money on food. It's an issue, but hey there are worse disorders out there.
Now that I live in the hot-bed of dangerously good restaurants, I blab to my friends ad nauseum about this stuff. They told me to just put it up on a website - so I did. The great news is that you get to benefit from the info as well, and I get the opportunity to connect with (and convert) other restaurant addicts.