Food snobs have a good idea that we should maybe borrow. Though you can't record a food so well, except in an expertly executed recipe.
So, Ramsay Gordon's Pet Sounds, right, tell all your friends the week you discover it.
For all the nerves plugged into my mouth it often feels like the landing pad of my soul.
But I'm gulping orange juice and this makes my throat croak (to my embarrassment when I am in close company). We're all flavor philistines, right?
Beach Boys' Grilled Cheese.
Anyone's grilled cheese. It's unassailable.
What about a teensy holographic storage cube with a tasting recorded on it: plunk it in your tray and Windows does autorun.exe and you're tasting a $200 dollar meal served in a one-syllabled restaurant in Miami.
What does it take to go to the next grade in your tasting life? Except money.
― bamcquern, Monday, 4 February 2008 12:59 (seventeen years ago)
Get the fuck off this board, son.
― King Boy Pato, Monday, 4 February 2008 13:16 (seventeen years ago)