Nov 07, 2009 17:01
[from a cincinnati food blog which I will no longer read EVER again]
"One of our first stops was chef Rick Bayless’ restaurant, Frontera. There’s nothing like margaritas and salsa at 11 a.m. on a Saturday morning; it makes you feel like you’re in Texas."
There are just so many things wrong with this sentence that I can't even begin to explain what is wrong with it. It's fundamentally wrong, like Rick Bayless and his shameless exploitation of Mexican grandmother's stirring his own "authentic mole" recipe by which I mean the mole recipe where they do all the work and he is in front of the camera.
GRR. VELOCIRAPTOR.