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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.
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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.
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…
Love,
Eddie
