It didn’t take long for Pete Wells’ scathing review of Guy Fieri’s new Times Square tourist trap, Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar, to spread like wildfire around the internet. The review, which masquerades as an open letter to the frosted-tipped Food Network star, is chock-full of passages containing perplexing reactions and outright insults, such as:
Why is one of the few things on your menu that can be eaten without fear or regret — a lunch-only sandwich of chopped soy-glazed pork with coleslaw and cucumbers — called a Roasted Pork Bahn Mi, when it resembles that item about as much as you resemble Emily Dickinson?
Hey, did you try that blue drink, the one that glows like nuclear waste? The watermelon margarita? Any idea why it tastes like some combination of radiator fluid and formaldehyde?
Wells deserves applause for his honesty and hilarity, but his review doesn’t hold a candle to the most brutal commentary on Fieri’s restaurant. That honor belongs to the New York Observer‘...