Noooooooooo! Too bad you don't live closer to Perry Hall. Their move from White Marsh Mall was the best thing for them, quality-wise.

I thought it was more because she denigrated people working at movie-theater concession stands, implying that they're idiots, and fat-shamed other customers.

It definitely was her students.

It's basically located in a Shell station, but don't let that fool you.

One of the funniest things I ever saw was some dude waxing rhapsodic about how you shouldn't use red sauce on ravioli because it overwhelms the delicate feminine nature of the pasta.

"The concession stand workers at Regal Cinemas in New Haven!"

It's always the people who can't cook for shit who say that, too. Like, okay, you can probably cook a burger without burning it into a hockey puck, but that doesn't mean you're making the same thing as a restaurant.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaarp.

Like, shit, June Chu. Just go to Trader Joe's, buy some mochi, and shut the fuck up already.

I also don't understand people who flip their shit when they go to a restaurant during the lunch/dinner rush and they have to wait a little bit to get seated or receive service because the restaurant is hugely busy and/or understaffed. Like, honestly, if the worst thing you've experienced recently is that you had to…

R&R Taqueria. There's one in Elkridge and one in Perry Hall. Goddamn, their plátanos are honestly transcendent.

It's always the fucking Long Islanders who do it.

Usually when I go to a restaurant, it's for something that I can't make for myself, or could but it's too labor-intensive or I probably wouldn't do it as well as someone with a background in that particular area of cuisine. Like, that's sort of the whole point of eating out for me.

If I wanted a video recipe, I'd just watch PBS.

You know what kills me? Her Yale profile specifically mentions that she hates to cook. Which is probably why she's able to spend half her waking hours on Yelp complaining about everything - she's freed up all that time she spends not cooking everything to her particular exacting standards. Fuck this bitch. You don't…

I bet all those Vassar bashers are really regretting it now.

I'm irrationally angry at a former middle-school friend of mine because she docked the best taqueria in Maryland like three stars for serving its food on paper plates with plastic utensils, even though she admitted the food was really good. Snobby bitch. She's not even Mexican! She's white!

Finally, Oscar Wilde comes out ahead!

Right? You'd think she'd just hire a personal Asian chef to cater to her sensibilities.

Also see: every fucking food blogger ever. I don't give a shit about your life. Just give me the goddamn recipe.