“Bensoir! It's me, Benjamin. I like to eat and drink. And cook. And write.

You may have read stuff I've written elsewhere, but here on my own blog as Ben Viveur I'm liberated from the editorial shackles of others, so pretty much anything goes.

BV is about enjoying real food and drink in the real world. I showcase recipes that taste awesome, but which can be created by mere mortals without the need for tons of specialist equipment and a doctorate in food science. And as a critic I tend to review relaxed establishments that you might visit on a whim without having to sell your first-born, rather than hugely expensive restaurants and style bars in the middle of nowhere with a velvet rope barrier, a stringent dress code and a six-month waiting list!

”There's plenty of robust opinion, commentary on the world of food and drink, and lots of swearing, so look away now if you're easily offended. Otherwise, tuck your bib in, fill your glass and turbo-charge your tastebuds. We're going for a ride... Ben Appetit!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Restaurant staff to be given their cards

We've been upping the proverbial ante here at B-V HQ lately.

Not content with being my little Sous-Chef, Mrs B-V has added online marketing to her role profile and has been actively promoting my little blogette on Facebook and Twitter.

Consequently, recognition has been increasing: I took my father to Troy Barbecue for his birthday at the weekend, and was greeted with something vaguely approaching VIP treatment. Well - the waiters  knew who I was, and commented that they'd read my recent glowing review and were big fans of the blog.

(I'd like to say that they cooked a big fuck-off plate of delicious roasted meat in my honour, but they'd have done that anyway, whoever I was!)

Side One
But there's still more to be done to take things to the next level. We are, after all, a tiny shrimp compared to some other food and drink blogs - High time we did something about that, I think.

There are millions of people reading a little girl's blog about school dinners - and she just reviews the same place every single day!

I'm the sort of chap who's sometimes prone to laurel-resting, in pursuit of an easy life. One of my myriad faults, I know, but I can make swift and decisive moves when I want to, and the moment is at hand!

Hand-outs for all


So, yesterday I took delivery of 1000 calling cards, which I'll be leaving whenever I visit a restaurant, pub, street food vendor or school canteen.

They look good, they release the B-V brand 'into the wild', and I can't wait to start handing the bastards out.

Side Two
I might even accidentally leave some around in strategic places. Who knows, maybe a few folks will be intrigued and stop by for a glimpse into my foodie, drinky, sweary world.

And you. You, right there. Sitting there reading this while listening to A Tribe Called Quest.

Don't think you've got away just because I'm not there to thrust a small rectangular piece of card into your palm.

Tell people about Ben Viveur. Spread the news far and wide. Tell people of my recipes, my reviews and my rambling on about all manner of inconsequential nonsense. Let's show these upstart schoolgirls who's boss!

Food-blog-evangelism has it's own rewards. Except when it doesn't, obviously.
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