Rick Nelson may have shed his cloak of anonymity as a restaurant critic last Sunday, but there's more to the mystery of restaurant reviewing than a photo or two. It's time to turn the tables on him and give him his Oprah moment with the interview questions he usually reserves for others.
Q: Were you ever really anonymous?
A: No. Before coming to the Star Tribune in the late 1990s — this was vaguely pre-Internet — I was a reporter at another local media outlet, and my picture ran in that publication every week for a year and a half. Anyone can go to the public library and look up that photo (but please don't, because it's a lousy picture, one that still elicits a cringe when I think about it), so it's not as if my identity went into blank-slate mode the moment I started punching the Strib's time clock. Still, I've made an effort at anonymity. I make reservations in names that are not my own (using e-mail and phones not connected to me) and I don't announce my visits in advance. I pay the bill in cash, or use a credit card that bears a name other than mine. Still, bells seem to ring the moment I cross the threshold of most restaurants. I recently asked a chef if he could estimate the percentage of local chefs who don't recognize me. He just laughed and said, "One."
Q: Why make this change now?
A: When you hired me 16 years ago, the Star Tribune didn't produce video, or stage events. That's changed, and I'd like to engage with our readers through these initiatives. In addition, preserving my anonymity meant I conducted most interviews over the phone, rather than in person. I think that places me at a competitive disadvantage, and that's a disservice to our readers. Also, it's probably just a matter of time before someone posts an image of me on social media, so why not beat them to the punch?
Q: Do you get recognized a lot?
A: Constantly. That's what eventually happens to everyone in my line of work, whether they care to admit it or not, and despite precautions to the contrary.
Also, I don't live in a cave. I meet people in the world outside my work, and sometimes those people — at my gym, for example — work in the restaurant industry. I can't be Steve Olsen in my spinning class (that's a once frequent pseudonym chosen because it's easy to remember, as it belongs to my uncle and my cousin).