You know when you bite into something and, after chewing for a few moments, it hurts to swallow? That’s what a mid-90s kebab shop falafel sandwich was. This ain’t that.
You can treat this as frivolously as your passport at an Italian airport (sigh… that’s a whole other story).
Thank me in person. I take cash.
Heroes in a half shell, turtle power! Green pizza? OH YEAH!
This kind of food is like a bad relationship. It’s like a big bowl of hug that proceeds to kick you in the face but keeps you wanting to come back.
There’s just no way that this could be healthy. Right?
Laksa is my jam.
Breakfast workout fuel never looked so fancy (and then ugly).
Valentines Day treats never felt so good.
I don’t wanna live forever, I just wanna keep eating veggie-laden reinventions of delicious Mexican standards… Not quite the same ring, huh?