But what if I mix it with aioli and gherkins?

I get it; biscuits are a touchy subject. I made cream biscuits once, and my family loves them and complains whenever I wanna make some other type of biscuit, and that drives me crazy because I only made them because they're SUPER EASY and I was being lazy. It's a sore subject for me.

I wouldn't call anything involving a roux "supremely easy." Butter, cream, lots of GOOD parmesan, and lots of black pepper. That's all you need in a quality alfredo.

But also in what reality would you let a TV show come film your restaurant when you've got rancid shrimp and dead mice? It's not as if the owners wouldn't be aware of those issues. Seems far more likely to me that they agreed to let the show plant them.

This makes sense. What doesn't make sense is the mall in Grand Rapids that has reserved 10-minute parking for Food Court To-Go parking only. Who decided to get takeout for dinner and settles on Wetzel's Pretzels?!

So did Emma Roberts and Lily Rabe. I'm more curious if they'll address why all these people look alike.

Nah, airlines don’t come with any expectation of pleasure or comfort. You know what you’re getting into. I once called someone a miserable old lady for shushing my kid on the plane and telling me he was "very disrespectful." He was three and she shushed him whem he squealed with excitement too loudly. And once when he…

I have two reasonably well-behaved children who have never impeded on the ability of others to enjoy their meal, and I am still 100% okay with this. You don’t want my kids there? Understood! We’ll go somewhere more family friendly!

That reminds me of the one time I finally gave in to Facetaquito's begging and took him to Denny's. His pancakes were not fullt cooked, and I briefly considered complaining to the waitress before I realized that a bad meal assured we would never have to return. He hasn't wanted to go back since then.

Hey Tucker Carlson, is a hot dog a taco?

Hey, this was my question!!!

I prefer to put rum in my wine instead. Before too long, you no longer really care what temperature it is.

The last time I  in Cleveland, I was at the mall with my friend and her boyfriend who I had never met. He mentioned that "You see a lot of Browns and Indians here," and it took me a moment to realize he was talking about sports, and was not being shockingly racist.

It was really just a chicken cordon bleu with bacon instead of ham.

Amen. If I want extra spice, cajun seasoning is my go-to solution.

Fry it in a cast-iron skillet with some butter and black pepper and it needs no sauce.

I’ve found that it doesn’t even matter what I answer to that question most of the time. I used to frequent the same restaurant whenever I wanted Indian food. Sometimes my medium spice level was barely a mild, and sometimes I would get a mild biryani for my kids so spicy that I couldn't eat it.

Why stop at two bakings? Once these are done, wrap them in a pastry dough and bake them a thrice time!

They should have probably handled the situation with a little more tact; the Arby’s worker should have seen the man mixing every soda flavor into his cup and known that he was suicidal.

This makes sense, though. The people coming across the border are authentic Mexicans. This is a Tex-Mex restaurant. Authenticity is their competition.