Is There A Sharper Commentary On American

For A Moment, Or A Second, The Pinched Expressions Of The Cynical, World-weary, Throat-cutting, Miserable Bastards We've All Had To Become Disappears, When We're Confronted With Something As Simple As A Plate Of Food.

It's Not Normal, What I Do. Just Being On Television Isn't.

Even On The Serengeti, It Ain't A Barbecue If There Ain't Some Kind Of Beer.

It's That Show Friends. Ruined Coffee Forever.

Jiro Ono Serves Edo-style Traditional Sushi, The Same 20 Or 30 Pieces He's Been Making His Whole Life, And He's Still Unsatisfied With The Quality And Every Day Wakes Up And Trains To Make The Best. And That Is As Close To A Religious Experience In Food As One Is Likely To Get.