They’re totes adorbs atop sweets. But please keep that little black packet away from our Caterpillar Roll.
Everyone’s taken a pass. Next!
If I don’t get a day off work for World Pasta Day or National Cupcake Week, then I’m not lifting a finger to celebrate these marketing ploys.
We know what you paid for those apples and cucumbers…
Please let the King—and his odd taste in cuisine—rest. Preferably far away from your sandwich menu.
Fries, brown gravy, cheese curds—done. Put your spin on it, sure, but go too far and things can quickly escalate from “O Canada” to “NO, Canada!”
Oh em gee, sooo cute, you guys! Now, let it go.
Is that a dust ball in my poutine?
I’m a grown-ass person. I want a whole plate of food to myself, please.