Who’s heard of Text Rex?
I’m assuming everyone knows what I’m talking about here, but in the spirit of not being an asshole, here’s some context. The Immaculate Infatuation (now just the Infatuation) is a website for restaurant reviews. It’s Zagat for 20 and 30 something vintage-watch-loving gentleman and Madewell-garbed ladies. UrbanDaddy without the jubroni baloney. In a family that takes food snobbism to its absolute, most obnoxious nadir, there is an eery amount of symmetry between Feinberg and Infatuation tastes (Blue Smoke, LBI, Aburiya Kinnosuke – damn you Infatuation that’s been a Feinberg secret weapon for YEARS!)
My interest was piqued when they rolled out a new, free service – Text Rex. Simple premise; real-time restaurant recommendations via text messaging. They’re in beta testing mode, so I signed up and got the text this weekend!
And gave it a whirl:
This actually seemed legit. Then I got curious:
Sooooo now I’m having witty banter with the snarky restaurant reviewing bot. Or a real person. This is feeling a little Her. And then this:
Ummmmm what’s happening? Is this weird? Am I flirting with Rex? I made the mistake of telling my parents about this exchange and now my whole family thinks I’m going to marry the food nerd on the other side of this text like some Amy-Schumer post-feminist rom-com. Oy.