We never thought that we’d be the blog that would you’d find by using the search term “cats dressed up,” but, hey, strange things happen.
So, no tricks today, we’re just going to give the masses what they want. Which is cats dressed like humans. You asked for it. You got it.
Cats in pajamas!
Cat on his way to the office!
Highway patrol cat!
Fancy party cat!
And, of course, not creepy at all, cats being served dinner by a rabbit!
See you in your dreams!
In the latest Guy Fieri news, it seems that some of the restaurateurs featured on Fieri’s signature Food Network program, Diners, Drives & Dives, have found that life ain’t so grand after the “love, peace and taco grease” man rolls through town. Sure, according to this NY Times article, the complaint is that the restaurants have now become too popular, with regular patrons now being edged out by tourists and “Triple D” enthusiasts, which is a problem all restaurants wish they had. Still, the moral of the story is this: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR IF WHAT YOU WISH FOR IS GUY FIERI. Also, THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF GUY FIERI.
The most disturbing revelation in the article, and indeed a legitimate complaint, is that Fieri often concocts his own artery blocking, gut busting, killer combo dishes in these kitchens, giving the impression that these are normal menu items. This was apparently the case at Fairfield, Connecticut’s Super Duper Weenie, where the Frankenstein, “a three-hot-dog, multirelish, cheese-and-condiment monster,” was invented by Fieri for the cameras. Now customers from all across the country, let’s call them “Fieri-heads,” come in requesting the item, only to be dissuaded from the heart attack-in waiting behemoth by the hot dog joint’s owner. There’s nothing worse than being lied to through food. Lesson learned: LOOSE FIERIS SINK SHIPS.
We actually had the good fortune to stop at Super Duper Weenie last spring. In fact, we had been trying to make pilgrimage for many years, well before the tiny restaurant was featured on the show, but found the place closed in our previous attempt. However, all it took to entice us was a billboard along I-95 (and an awesome name). We didn’t need Fieri to tell us to stop on our way to Boston and order a hot dog that doesn’t exist. No, our stomach is our compass. And when we finally made it to Super Duper Weenie, what did we encounter upon our arrival? A long line and the mark of Fieri.
So the question now becomes: is this the new scarlet letter for restaurants?
And it’d be dumb not to post this again:
MMMMMMmmmmmmm
Well, as much of a danger that Regis Philbin has been to himself and others over the years, it seemed that the only one who would ever get Regis off his hosting stool was the Grim Reaper. However, Death can relax (for now), since Regis announced today that come late summer or fall he will leave the Live! after twenty-five years (twenty of which he was there mentally. Fascinatingly, it wasn’t a consecutive run). We can only assume he’ll spend his retirement yelling about the Yankees and Notre Dame, butchering people’s names, forgetting what he’s doing, making unintentionally lewd remarks, making intentionally lewd remarks and lacerating himself with a box cutter. So, no different really.
Vodpod videos no longer available.But, fret not, after Reege’s announcement it was business as usual:
And apparently ABC ran a little message for Reege right after the show, one that we thought was in rather bad taste.
(that’s an amazing URL, btw)
But, seriously, Regis, mornings will never be the same without you. Safer and more coherent, sure, but certainly not as entertaining.
So who will fill Regis’ spot next to Kelly? Anderson Cooper, are you regretting that daytime talk show deal now? Because we are.
Filed under Good with Coffee, Reeeeeege
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