Hey. Do you like food? Like really, really like food? Have you ever cried actual tears of joy over a dozen raw Gulf Oysters? Do you have way too many opinions about the Great American Brisket Wars™? If so, you should apply to be one of the Observer's food writers, who get paid actual money to eat their way around Dallas.
To apply, submit a resume and two food-related writing samples (published or unpublished) to Beth.Rankin@DallasObserver.com.
Who knows — maybe one day, you'll be that insufferable dinner party guest who bores everyone to tears with a 20-minute story about your hard-hitting piece on burnt ends as a metaphor for American dining (or something).