My first review
Before you get too nostalgic about how much more accurate the paper used to be, let me remind you about a review I wrote in the '70s when I was a freelancer.
The restaurant was in a bad neighborhood, so my lead was something like, "As he was walking my husband and me to our car, the owner said..."
I opened the paper the day it was printed, and some editor or copy editor had changed the lead -- the LEAD, mind you -- to "As he was walking my husband and I to the car, the owner said..."
To add insult to injury, ...
A couple of days later The Sun printed letters from outraged readers without an editor's note saying that it wasn't my mistake. My father was an English professor, so the whole thing was doubly mortifying.
Anyway, this got me thinking about my early days, so I asked Paul the librarian to dig up my first review for me. Our computer archives don't go back that far. It was of Danny's, at N. Charles and Biddle streets, the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in town:
The entrees begin at $7.50 and work their way up. While that doesn't seem extraordinarily expensive to me for beef Wellington or lobster, I have to admit I was shocked at the sight of crab cakes a la Maryland, cole slaw and homefried potatoes for $8.50.
I guess it's not a surprise that things were somewhat cheaper then. However, when I read the review I was shocked now that the Grand Marnier souffle was $8. Maybe it was for two.
My ending was this:
It was all good -- it just wasn't unforgettable: except for the dime [the owner] gave us for our telephone reservation. Somehow, since our check [for three] came to about $50, that seemed a little superfluous.
By the way, the jump of my review was next to an advice column by Billy Graham. I didn't remember that.