I think if people actually thought I was trendy, I might just sit down and cry.
A cut-up strawberry–one freakin’ strawberry!–plus a cut-up sponge… Is this somebody’s idea of a joke?
I’m trying to get my view numbers back up to where they’re supposed to be, but the popular culture just won’t play ball. I mean, come on, what’s next–live crickets in shoe polish? Can you still buy Kiwi shoe polish?
I don’t think I want to know what the other four dishes are. First you know trendy; then the next thing is, you’re trying to be trendy. I wish to avoid this.
Beyond belief.
I wonder how much they charged for one lousy strawberry.
If they shopped at my little village store, the one strawberry was pretty expensive. How sill can it get?
If that’s Queen-Anne’s lace on the plate, I wouldn’t advise anyone to try eating it. But given the whole presentation, I wouldn’t even trust the strawberry.
That dish is worth 26 cents of anybody’s money.
It is an insult to serve this to anyone/