cf. car bomb at the mercado
McSweeney’s people write in little blurbs of food reviews. Hundreds of them.
I can’t believe how long it is, how long I’ll probably keep reading it, how much work I will avoid by reading it, it goes on forever and ever, and I can’t stop. It’s the best combination of food fetishism, pop lit, snarky humor, and excess.
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Reviews of New Food
Question: how come so many of them take the form of a pleading epistle? Like “Oh you [insert reviewed foodstuff] … how I yearn for your [insert various gustatory properties]”
