When I am King you will be first against the wall
So I'm looking through the restaurants section of Fodor's Hawaii 2012, for I shall soon have need of it, and I find I am mentally totting up:
Words and Phrases You Must Fucking Stop Using When Writing About Restaurants -- I Don't Care That It's Hard to Come Up With Other Words, Because That's What You Fucking Get Paid For: A Partial List
eatery
This word is the living devil.
wash down
Ugh. Puts one in mind of having stuff stuck in the throat.
save room
In my stomach, you mean? Bleah. Pleasant image.
flock
Do the locals really travel there in a pack, moving as one? Really?
decadent
So sick of good/bad moral judgements & valuations in re: food.
churning out
This is supposed to increase my desire to go to this place? They "churn out" food?
melt in your mouth
Again with the mouth stuff.
gobble
I believe I have already discoursed 'pon this topic at some length.
veggies
Ditto.
chow down
Perhaps you want I should chow down at the place that churns out food? What is this, a barnyard?
addicts
So you mean people who would sell their own mama's pink housecoat for forty cent to get just one rock of it?
Words and Phrases You Must Fucking Stop Using When Writing About Restaurants -- I Don't Care That It's Hard to Come Up With Other Words, Because That's What You Fucking Get Paid For: A Partial List
eatery
This word is the living devil.
wash down
Ugh. Puts one in mind of having stuff stuck in the throat.
save room
In my stomach, you mean? Bleah. Pleasant image.
flock
Do the locals really travel there in a pack, moving as one? Really?
decadent
So sick of good/bad moral judgements & valuations in re: food.
churning out
This is supposed to increase my desire to go to this place? They "churn out" food?
melt in your mouth
Again with the mouth stuff.
gobble
I believe I have already discoursed 'pon this topic at some length.
veggies
Ditto.
chow down
Perhaps you want I should chow down at the place that churns out food? What is this, a barnyard?
addicts
So you mean people who would sell their own mama's pink housecoat for forty cent to get just one rock of it?
Labels: first-world problems, I really am sort of an asshole sometimes, Jesus H. Christ in a sidecar drinking tequila, PMFSA, shit that has got to stop
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