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As a food journalist, stories like this are hard for me to stomach. (No terrible pun intended.) The Internet is raging over news that a Singaporean food blogger reportedly demanded a free restaurant meal, valued at $435, for him and three friends. Other bloggers decried Brad Lau as an “arrogant freeloader” and said his actions had shamed the entire blogging community.

It is, however, important to read both sides of the story. Lau published his account of the dustup on his site, claiming that he had been invited by the restaurant’s PR manager for a brunch tasting. He even included documentation of his correspondence with this representative. In the email exchange, the PR manager wrote that the restaurant would be “honored” to host him.

While Lau admits to arrogant behavior on his end (specifically, tossing a credit card in anger)  it sounds like a major communication breakdown.  If the restaurant had truly intended to “host” Lau, it was fair of him to assume that the meal would be on the house. Whatever happened in Singapore, it still brings up the highly-debated topic of blogger freebies.

As restaurants, food product companies and PR firms realize bloggers’ potential to reach new customers through their site readership, they’re quick to send samples and plan tastings, receptions and dinners in hopes of getting good reviews.

There inlies the problem. If you’ve received something for free, whether it’s wine, cooking equipment or a complimentary meal, can you really write objectively about it? The consensus on this is generally, “No,” with the mentality that the restaurant or company may expect a favorable review. After all, they’ve treated you. This is where transparency tends to get lost.

In a way, it’s easier to be affiliated with a mainstream media source. As a freelance blogger and writer for the Courant, I get invites to dinners and offers for free food on a near-daily basis. It’s simple to decline politely and reference your newspaper’s strict policy, though it can be very uncomfortable to insist on paying a bill if a restaurant wants to treat you. (I’ve found that the line “I will lose my job if you don’t let me pay” is 100% effective.)

That’s harder for a non-journalist to do, especially when you can essentially write your own rules as a blogger. But I’ve been out of j-school for five years and I still remember, clear as day, one of my professors telling us never to take  more than “a bottle of water” from a source. It’s an issue of integrity. If you pay your own way, you don’t owe anyone anything. This can get expensive – as a freelancer, the majority of my food costs are out of pocket. But I’m doing the right thing.

With that being said, I know many bloggers who abide by their own strict ethical guidelines. They refuse to take freebies – or they state clearly on their sites that acceptance of samples does not guarantee review. They try to fly under the radar as much as possible when photographing and reviewing restaurants.

New FTC guidelines, put into place last fall, state that bloggers are responsible for disclosing material connections. So if a blogger has been invited to a soft opening for a new restaurant, they have to mention that they were guests of the house. Same for product samples. They risk a hefty fine if they don’t comply.

Beyond that, though, there are no official parameters set forth for blogs, which seems dangerous. Although it’s true that anyone with a keyboard and a camera can start a food blog, these sites are becoming more relevant and powerful by the day. In the meantime, I’d urge all food bloggers to be scrupulous, ethical and courteous, and they’ll continue to gain respect for their work.

Also, if a restaurant invites you to bring a guest, don’t pull a Brad Lau and ask to bring three. Miscommunication or not, that’s just piggish.

I’m so happy I could cry. We just received word that one of our favorite restaurants of all time, Pintu’s, has reopened after a May fire.

Sometimes a restaurant just feels like home to you, and we’ve been lucky enough to find that in
Sarabjit “Pintu” Chawla’s phenomenal West Springfield eatery. Beside the cuisine, which is easily the most exquisitely prepared Indian food we’ve ever sampled, the hospitality is top-notch. Not a visit passes without a hug and kiss from the owner himself and friendly service from our favorite waitress, who commits our favorite drinks and dishes to memory – even when we change it up seasonally.

And it’s just in time. Since the fire, we’ve tried to sate our cravings at Indian restaurants from New Haven to Portland, Maine – with varying – yet mostly disappointing – results.

You’d better believe we’ll be there for dinner tonight.

When my brother and I were little, my mother once told us that my father had a pathological hatred of tomatoes as a child. The kind of loathing that caused him to pass up not only raw tomatoes, but sauce, ketchup – and pizza.

“You wouldn’t eat PIZZA?” we asked, incredulous.

True story, apparently. But I understand now. If all he’d been exposed to were the bland, watery supermarket varieties, the tomato version of iceberg lettuce, then no wonder. But once you have an heirloom tomato, grown just feet from your house, it changes the entire landscape.

We’re pretty spoiled here in the Connecticut River Valley. While we have a (literal) embarrassment of big-box stores and chain restaurants, the region is sprinkled with small family farms. We have three little farm stands within two and a half miles of our place, and this summer we’ve really been trying to take advantage of beautiful local produce.

So in keeping with heirloom tomato season, I just made this incredible tomato pie. (Modified recipe here.) I used a store-bought pie crust, caramelized the onions first, mixed shredded mozzarella and a combination of grated Parmesan and romano and omitted the tabasco sauce in the cheese blend.

The heirlooms I got were full of moisture, too. Make sure you squeeze them well so your pie crust doesn’t get soggy.

It’s a bit like a deep dish pizza. Except way better.

I achieved what I set out to do: eat lobster every single day of our Friday-to-Tuesday Maine trip.

It’s not hard to do, when you’re in the land of the flagship crustacean. And here’s where I go Forrest Gump on you. Lobster dinners. Lobster rolls. Lobster stew. Lobster bisque. Lobster sushi. Lobster Benedict. Lobster pizza. Lobster fettuccine. Lobster BLTs. The more creative restaurateurs go wild with the sweet, succulent meat. Here’s a rundown of all the lobster we consumed in four days:

Billy’s Chowder House: We were here within an hour of arrival, starting our meal with excellent, fresh fried wholebelly clams (complete with miniscule grains of sand) and what turned out to be the best lobster roll of the trip. Grilled top-split bun (almost a foot long,) cold, sweet lobster meat mixed with just the right amount of mayonnaise, no celery or lettuce to foul it up. Very much worth its $19 price tag, and I don’t say that too often. 216 Mile Road, Wells.


Beachfire Grill: We were here for happy hour, enjoying $5 martinis and $2 beers, when we got hungry and checked out the menu. Yes, there it was – lobster guacamole. No bargain at $12.95, but as you can clearly see, they absolutely did not skimp on the lobster meat. The guacamole itself was not forgotten – perfectly mashed avocado with hints of seasonings.

Beachfire also has lobster-topped nachos ($17.95.) Pair them with the lobster guac and you’ve got yourself one delicious $31 appetizer. 658 Main Street, Ogunquit


Barnacle Billy’s: We grabbed lobster rolls from Billy’s before walking along Marginal Way. Theirs were about the same price as Billy’s Chowder House ($18) but almost half the size. I guess we were paying for scenery. Nevertheless, these were plenty tasty. You’ll see a very liberal dusting of paprika on top of the meat, but that surprisingly didn’t change the flavor too much. 50-70 Perkins Cove Road, Ogunquit


Jackie’s Too: Call me lazy, but I didn’t have lobster in its original, labor-intensive form until our final night in Maine. But Jackie’s Too was the place to have it, situated steps from the ocean in Perkins Cove. Keeping with tradition, I ordered the lobster bake: a 1 1/4 lb. lobster with mussels, steamers and chowder. It’s almost too much food for one person, but it’s pure , unadulterated Maine coast bliss. Perkins Cove Road, Ogunquit


Honorable mention: J’s Oyster Bar, Portland


J’s Oyster Bar (recommended to me by food blogger friend Dave S. of Dave’s Cupboard) almost didn’t happen for us. During our day trip to Portland, my dear spouse decided he needed a break from lobster, and seafood in general. Shock. Horror.

So since it was a comfortable, overcast 70 degrees, we decided on Indian food. Yelp led us to Tandoor, where we had a less-than-mediocre meal. Rob agreed to check out J’s afterward, quite smartly, as a way to placate the annoyed food blogger.

What we found at J’s: a very relaxed, come-as-you-are casual atmosphere, local brews (Shipyard, Allagash, Casco Bay) and some of the freshest and best-tasting oysters we’ve ever knocked back. Here’s the best part: you can get a “baker’s dozen” oysters for TWELVE DOLLARS.

Our friends vacationed there this weekend and ate like kings for $50: lobster rolls, oysters and several beers. 5 Portland Pier, Portland