I'm pretty serious about my anonymity. I've had both very good and very bad experiences on the few occasions when I know I've been recognized while out for a review — sometimes I think restaurants get flustered or try too hard when they know a critic is in the house — but going in under the radar guarantees that I'll be seeing the same kind of stuff that regular folks would be served. That's why you'll find it nearly impossible to locate a pic of me on the interweb, why I don't make TV appearances (except for those unfortunate Channel 13 segments where I appeared behnd a backlit screen in "accused chold-molester style"), and why I use credit cards that don't have my name on them.
But rarely — only twice, to be exact — I've had a server question my pseudonym card and ask for ID. The first time, I bullied the poor fella and claimed I didn't have my license (in spite of the fact that my wallet was sitting on the table in front of me). He considered for a moment, then realized how little he cared and decided to back off. The second time was last week, at The Nest.
