Call me crazy, but I want food labels to tell me what’s really in the container. If I open a can labeled “chili con carne” and get sardines, I’m irritated.
When I engage in adult beverages, I drink WhistlePig 10-year-old straight rye whiskey. 100 proof. $75.95 a bottle. Good stuff. I never thought much about if there was anything in it besides whiskey.
When I was on the road between appointments before Covid 19, I’d find a Starbucks where I could have a cup of coffee, get on the free Wi-Fi and do some work.
I’ve had Popeyes’ fried chicken and biscuits a couple of times and, cardiac arrest concerns aside, it never really seemed dangerous. Fried chicken and biscuits. What could possibly go wrong?
On March 23rd, comedy writer Jensen Karp decided to have a bowl of General Mills’ Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Jensen tells us he found a couple of shrimp tails in the box, and even posted a picture of them on Twitter.
I’ve been to P.F. Chang’s a few times and always thought they do a pretty good job. Food’s good, people nice, prices fair. Waiter laughs at my “very clever” jokes and I leave a bigger tip.
I eat at Subway sometimes. I really prefer a big greasy burger with cheese (and maybe chili), but Subway is healthier and they do a good job, so I go there occasionally.
What does a battery have to do with a bigger penis? Everything. Stay tuned. TV and the internet bombard us with dietary supplement advertisements promising bigger bosoms, biceps and buttocks from just taking a pill (Americans have a more-is-better hang-up).
When I think of smuggling cartels, I think of cocaine, weapons, honey, booze. Honey? Yeah, honey. When you’re The Food Lawyers®, you know that honey smuggling is something we all should be thinking about.
