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Guy Fieri Has Ceased To Exist

The nitwit TV food personality has been annihilated by New York Times restaurant critic Pete Wells, in a review that is one for the ages. Savor this excerpt; the review is addressed as a letter to Fieri: Why is one of the few things on your menu that can be eaten without fear or regret […]

The nitwit TV food personality has been annihilated by New York Times restaurant critic Pete Wells, in a review that is one for the ages. Savor this excerpt; the review is addressed as a letter to Fieri:

Why is one of the few things on your menu that can be eaten without fear or regret — a lunch-only sandwich of chopped soy-glazed pork with coleslaw and cucumbers — called a Roasted Pork Bahn Mi, when it resembles that item about as much as you resemble Emily Dickinson?

And this one:

What accounts for the vast difference between the Donkey Sauce recipe you’ve published and the Donkey Sauce in your restaurant? Why has the hearty, rustic appeal of roasted-garlic mayonnaise been replaced by something that tastes like Miracle Whip with minced raw garlic?

And when we hear the words Donkey Sauce, which part of the donkey are we supposed to think about?

Is the entire restaurant a very expensive piece of conceptual art? Is the shapeless, structureless baked alaska that droops and slumps and collapses while you eat it, or don’t eat it, supposed to be a representation in sugar and eggs of the experience of going insane?

Why did the toasted marshmallow taste like fish?

Those amuse bouches should have whetted your appetite for the whole thing, which is gorgeous. Pete Wells, you are a master.

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