Pull it together, pronto.
"Who would want to be married to someone who nobody coveted?"
No skinny lattes.
"If you read the reviews believing that all restaurants with a given number of stars are meant to be equally good, you’re going to lose your mind."
Some very subtle Jamie-hating.
All milkshake, no foam.
"Most times, he won't even let you order what you want, and instead you have to get some weird thing that a particular place is 'known for.'"
All fun and games until ...
Even if Sloane's exaggerating.
We're in Miami, trick.
Brain cell bisque.
Actors eat classy; writers eat crap.
The Barbuto toque is exploring Mexican food, but there are limits.
You're not fooling anyone with that anti-dessert soliloquy.