I guess I can’t blame a restaurant critic caught settling personal scores in a professional forum if the deed happens to be done just as high-profile Alaskans are looking right into cameras and insisting guilty really means vindicated. The salmon, after all, rots from the fish picker down. But it is amazing his employer is taking it relatively lightly beyond disposing of the online evidence. One of the things that has always made me nuts since switching from “real” journalism to food writing is that ethics are so often checked at the kitchen door. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. I still remember when the Top of the Heap, End of the Line thought it was a good thing to have a reporter sleeping with a powerful congressman if it got her scoops. And I suppose it’s always better to run a bad review than boil a bunny.