Reviewing restaurants can take a toll on the body.
One of my earliest memories from annual meetings sponsored by the late Association of Food Journalists is heading to the hotel gym and finding fellow critics on every treadmill, exercise bike, and StairMaster. (As I recall, this was around the time that pork belly was newly popular in fancy restaurants.)
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