Yo, what the motherfuck is the point of taking a photo and writing about some busted sushi I had on Graham ave.? What is the lesson to be learned here, don't eat sushi from a place where the whole staff is plainly from Bangladesh? If you don't know that already, you shouldn't be dining out. Go make yourself a sandwich. And pleaase, take a photo of that bitch, post it up, and rate it on a scale of 1 to who-gives-a-shit.
A food blogger? Who wants to be a food blogger in 2010? What am I, an intern for Rachel Ray's twitter feed?
Somebody start comping me some triple-digit meals and we'll talk. A food blogger?
That's about as fresh as wearing knockoff Wayfarers.