You run a restaurant, people like it, or don't. Go on Top Chef, and Internet troublemakers make sport of you:
Play me a song Tom Colicchio. Real soft-like. Make me think you totally wouldn’t be the kind of dude to scream at me to get on my goddamn knees and TRY HARDER. Not that that’s a dealbreaker. Just don’t forget our safety word, “Padma.”
And while we’re here, let me just say that I imagine Tom’s head tastes lovely. If you were to lick it I mean. As I imagine doing so every Wednesday night at 10pm. Not even Bourdain can zap me out of my “what does Tom’s head taste like?” stupor.
Guys We Shouldn't Be Attracted To is shaping up as the Hipster Puppies of 2011.