I really HATED the lady who sat in front of me at Anthony Bourdain, who felt the need to douse herself with a bucket of shitty Avon perfume before she left the trailer park on Friday. I realize a lot of people don’t get out much…and that to some, paying $5 to park your car is the equivilent to spending the weekend at The Sanctuary…but seriously, do you have to wear sequins, open-toed stilettos, that nasty-ass perfume & sit there, laughing at inappropriate moments, talking to your enormous husband during the show and sending text messages to your BFF while you give me the biggest headache I can recall in recent memory? I don’t think so. I really don’t.

-h. foodie