Food Reviewing

Like graphic design, food reviewing has become so, so tiresome. It's like listening to Wagner's "Kill Da Wabbit" in a Gitmo loop.

It's become so mainstream, that Jill, down the street, yes, that's the one, on the fourth floor, just started montrealassholefoodreviewers.ca.net.info.biz.fuckyou.

Well, it's official. The ersatz reporting in the Gazette -- is it really writing or mere masturbating any more? -- about local restaurants has reached such a pathetic, mechanised level that it just isn't worth reading in the slightest.

Fuck, just watch Jamie Oliver! Fuck, who gives a shit about "charcuterie made at home"?

Chocolate foam? The fucking media overload is way out of proportion to the deal.

Here it is -- I surrender my resignation. montrealfood is now going to become just what all the rest are: a vehicle to make money. It was a long run but hey, fuck you too. So much for integrity.