Saturday, September 29, 2012


One more (see previous blog).  Food blogs.  These fucking things seem to dominate the blog world. People love to talk about food, photograph food, tell you where to go to get the best Azbekifuckoffistan kebob and baba ganoush.  Who the fuck cares?  Well, apparently a lot of fat fucking food addict Americans and hipsters drawn to obscure, brick wall, exposed pipe basement eateries filled with people wearing bowling shoes and Trilby hats who have never bowled or been to England (i.e. where the Trilby was invented, and, for that matter, where the likes of Paul Weller and The Jam made wearing bowling shoes cool).  Point is, it's food.  Get over it you pretentious assholes.  There's lots of good food out there, and it doesn't have to be obscure or hard to find to be good.  Hell, if I'm hungry enough, a PB&J sandwich with a cold glass of milk is almost enough to make me spontaneously orgasm.  No brick wall and exposed pipes needed ("exposed pipes"...there has GOT to be a dick joke there SOMEWHERE).  Anyways, if I never see another photo of some fucking alien looking Asian dish like this:


with somebody explaining "Duck pancreas with almonds and sea urchin eggs!  Sooooooo goooood!!!", I'm sure I'll still be able to live a happy and fulfilling life.

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