Bleu De Gex: Known for its blue veins, it is aged for three weeks with Penicillium roqueforti, and cannot be legally sold in the continental United States.
It’s been a few weeks now and you won’t stop looking at me in contempt. Every time you open your wallet and see me, you scoff.
The kitchen’s behind that door. Craig, our cold dishes chef, will sulk if you don’t order any salads.
Hello and velcome to Chili's. I'm so sorry for the vait, ve've been slammed tonight. My eternal thanks for your patience.
Dining Table, Separate Dining Room Disorganized: Okay rich, with divorcing parents.
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
His Hat Doesn’t Fit: When meeting with your accountant, you might not think to glance up at his purple top hat.
Cast-Iron Pan Reality: The cake turns out “rustic,” but in a bad way.
You’ve become strangers to one another—growing apart the closer you cling.... But with apples!
We had a sneaking suspicion it might taste bad after our first focus group. People were saying it was "upsetting" and it made them feel "unsafe."
A Western omelette from a bodega served in a Styrofoam tray: You are a nihilist and people should actually be afraid of you.
Sure, you could drive to pick up some $20 mix of ingredients haphazardly thrown into a flimsy bowl by a hungover college sophomore.