Update: Still hilarious, but Bryan Mytko isn’t so clever, after all. Turns out, he stole the jokes.
I’ll bet you Guy Fieri’s not having such a good day. Or year, really. After NYT critic, Pete Wells, slammed his restaurant and Nancy took a punch at it, too (people still love to leave comments on that post), a brilliant man named Bryan Mytko decides to kick Fieri when he’s already begging for mercy.
From Eater National:
“It was put together by a gentleman by the name of Bryan Mytko who proudly tweeted: “Guy Fieri didn’t register his restaurant’s domain name, so I picked it up. I think this new menu look great.” The website, a simple parody menu, includes things like “Guy’s Big Balls,” “Honky-Tonky Double Barrel Meat Loaded Blast,” and “The ‘Hobo Lobo Bordello Slam Jam’ Appetizer.” There is also a french fry topping called “Donkamole.”
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UPDATE: I think they sold out in less than one minute.
The 12 remaining chefs are told that this week’s theme is “back to basics with the humble, yet much-loved sandwich.” Teams are allowed to serve their sandwiches on small plates instead of spoons (thank God) and must prepare one of the following classics: a club, PB&J, or a salad – tuna, chicken, or egg.
Nigella’s two-person team lacks confidence, she explains, but Huda is adamant that the duo is small, but powerful. Lauren prepares “my big fat chicken sandwich” with olive tapenade and Huda gets creative with fried chicken with tarragon and garlic mayo.
Over at Malarkey’s station, Khristianne explains, “If you can’t make a sandwich, what the hell kinda chef are you.” She assembles a chicken curry treat with apricot jam. Malarkey takes time out of his busy schedule of yelling/chirping at Gregg to help his boy Jeff with his roasted pork and arugula pesto dish.2 Comments »
Señor Scott Reitz is reporting that Tracy Miller has closed her breakfast and lunch only spot Rosemont in Deep Ellum yesterday. I was afraid this would happen. The food didn’t make me hungry, the service was always distracted, and the vibe was austere for the location. A few miles into downtown might have been a better location.
I tipped my cappuccino just slightly toward my nose and drifted into a frothy, coffee fueled warmth of mind and it descended into my chest. You know the flash that flies through your brain and body as the first hint of coffee aroma lifts you into your day. Your eyes sink heavily behind your lids. For a moment, you become a part of that wandering sinewy transcendence that calms and invigorates with resplendent escape. It’s a pleasure and necessity for many, and there is a new contender on the block that you should consider when planning where to grab that first cup before you launch into your day with vigor and success-crushing determination. Most of you probably know The Alcove as a craft beer and wine bar, but in November they started offering fine espresso drinks from behind that same bar.