I want to be the first one to say what I guess everyone is thinking:

That non-hiatus lasted exactly as long as you would have expected it to last. Or not last. Or something.


Okay, so maybe I'm actually not the first one to complain. Whatevs.

I always have to link to this story whenever anybody brings up Roald Dahl.

"And the award for biggest discrepancy between website content and style exhibited by title font goes to roalddahlfans.com"

I had to read this twice, then think for a while, then google it, then take a deep breath, then wonder again: what possible reasons could the people on the other side of the ocean have to call their plat principal 'Entrée'.

While you're at it, why don't you call the dessert 'fromage' and the cheese 'amuse gueule'. Then it would be at least sort of right, given that you want your menu to follow the form (x + 1) modulo 4 or 5.

It's about time the Roman Catholic Church canonized the tainted miracle of digestion. Now all they need is a patron saint... How about St. Polycarp, I heard he's still free.

I know, I know, replying to, even quoting your own post is totally rude, yadda yadda. But if I don't make this one, someone else will.
So, here we go: "St. Polycarp? More like St. Polycrap, amirite?"

Why is everyone so afraid of taco colored breasts? I was never bothered by that, as long as the maize matches the curtains.