STFU Emeril.

[agent compassion]

Well, for one, they tore down the Bickford's next to the Wellington T stop...

I can't remember that store. Just tell me that the little convenience store on the hill where Somerville turns into Medford is still there!

Damn, they had good steak and cheese....

[agent compassion]

Vancouver, WA (it's just an extension of Portland,

ITA. It's like an entire city of SE 122nd Avenue.

Bleah.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Emeril is considered The Personification of true evil down here in his own hometown of N'awlins.
Working on a banishing spell for him (maybe send his ass to cleveland)

That's the sad part, he is not even from N'awlins, he's from
Mass-a-chew-sits.

http://www.emerils.com/emeril/biography.html

[agent compassion]

'Course he is! How could it not be obvious with that accent.

What he's doing in Nawlins is beyond me...

[Hoshiko]

He's getting fattened up on Gumbo until Wolfgang Puck gets hungry and/or needs a new entree for Spago.

You know it's true.

[agent compassion]

[has nasty mental image of Emeril, laying on a bed of lettuce and saying "I am the Dish of the Day..."]

[Wishfarple]

Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.
Will NOT commit jingoistic sodomy.









Oh, what the hell.

BAM!

[Hoshiko]

Make that a bed of Pancetta, Cheese and Bell Peppers and I think you've got something there.

It's the new California Cuisine. That wolfgang, what will he think of next?

*shakes head in awe*


Llama, I don't know how, but you've implanted a very disturbing image of a Kim Jong Il vs. Emeril death cooking/sodomy match.

There goes another fraction of my innocence. If you'll excuse me, I have to go repress now.

Damn you, Food Network!

[BipolarFastCycler]

I know the man who is in charge of the plumbing in E. L.'s house (look, I can't spell the son of a bitch's name right now...) in Mississippi, and he is going to have 9 bathrooms. 9 I say! Who the hell needs that many? I hope a cottonmouth climbs through his plumbing and gives a lethal bite to the damn cook's asshole. I really do.