The absolute nadir of food shows. Guy Fieri builds every place up to be the epicenter of a city's culinary universe, but they're all just dumpy places in strip malls (DD&D featured a chicken shack in my neck of the woods once; Fieri called it "beloved" and a hotspot; the online reviews for the place were almost universally negative). No matter what their specialty is, they all seem to include five sticks of butter and at least one trip to the deep fat fryer in their recipe.
Worst of all are the tasting sessions. Fieri slops the food all over his sweaty face, his fat fingers, the cooking surface, etc., and then grunts with his mouth full: "Man, that is spectacular! Right on, brother!" It's like he recorded it six years ago and just plays the tape back at the conclusion of each segment.
The show makes all the food look disgusting. And with the repeated fryings, it probably is. I can't imagine being able to hold down my lunch with Fieri sitting across from me, a 50-year-old man dressed like an eight year old, yucking it up with all those bad puns and diving face first into food like a rabid hog. Absolutely grotesque.
Worst of all are the tasting sessions. Fieri slops the food all over his sweaty face, his fat fingers, the cooking surface, etc., and then grunts with his mouth full: "Man, that is spectacular! Right on, brother!" It's like he recorded it six years ago and just plays the tape back at the conclusion of each segment.
The show makes all the food look disgusting. And with the repeated fryings, it probably is. I can't imagine being able to hold down my lunch with Fieri sitting across from me, a 50-year-old man dressed like an eight year old, yucking it up with all those bad puns and diving face first into food like a rabid hog. Absolutely grotesque.