From Anthony Bourdain's blog post on the same episode: "I can only guess that in Marcel World, it's always 1998, the sky is filled with magical ponies who shit foam-and appreciate Marcel's rap stylings-and everybody does exactly what Marcel thinks they should do-perfectly. And if things go wrong, everybody agrees instantly that it's certainly not Marcel's fault. ... In Marcel Land, what everybody wants is more foam-they can't get enough! And liquid nitrogen. And gels and powders. Restaurant dining rooms are packed with beautiful women, shuddering with desire and anticipation for foam, foam, and more foam and hardened Crips shrink from his approach."