Fieri Frames

Postcards from Flavortown!

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[Trifluoperazine.]

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[INTO MEX-TEX. MOUTH IS STARTING TO WATER ALREADY. ♪♪ BUT DISPERSAL IS CERTAIN, WHATEVER I DO. OR SUPPOSE (II): REVERENCE, I'M ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT TEX-MEX. WELL, THEN I HEAR ABOUT THIS JOINT DOWN HERE IN DEEP ELLUM, AND THEY SAY, "NO, WE'RE NOT TEX-MEX.]

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[AFTER ALL, IT IS "SCHOONER" OR LATER. IT'S A CHALICE OF FERMENTED HOPS. SCHOONER OR LATER. EVERY SUNDAY. DON'T MISS IT. COME DOWN TO THE SHORE, HAVE A LITTLE MESS.]

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[Locked the car and went out the gate.]

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[Grandaddies.]

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[Afraid that she was going to melt away.]

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[Tengo had not even bothered to reply to this.]

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[The ice cream is so smooth, so creamy. There have to be shameless people in the world. So I thought the perfect people]

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[Gosh, I can't-- I'm watching them eat this, and my mouth is still watering. The food is so good.]

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[WHAT HE'S TRYING TO SAY TO YOU IS, "I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT THAT IS."]

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[Telemarketings.]

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[Never offend an enemy in a small way.]

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[AND ROASTED GARLIC. WOW. SESAME OIL AND THYME. AND THEN THIS IS BUTTER. YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT. NEXT, SHARP WHITE CHEDDAR.]

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[Childcrowing.]

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[We don't want it to brown too fast without cooking. Yeah. So now we flip them over. Y-youshouldbecelebratingonanightlike this. Oh. Like this. Perfect. Look.]

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[Back in the day, when I was going to college at UNLV, chicken wings were either good or they were bad. Bitter wind was blowing, hurling prickly fine snow into my face.]

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[Give me enough medals and I’ll win you any war.]