Repulsed by the offerings provided whilst giving his latest university seminar, Gastro-Gnome decided it was high time to hash out some culinary definitions.
Disheartened with the selections at his neighborhood bakery, Gastro-Gnome was left longing for days less commercial.
Gastro-Gnome became angry with the market employee unlucky enough to hand him a free sample of Cabot yellow.
Caught without a book on his latest flight, Gastro-Gnome was less than pleased with the available viewing selections for the next five hours.
Even though a staunch fan of all things butter, Gastro-Gnome had realized too much was too much when it began to clot in his whiskers.
Gastro-Gnome bitterly awaits the day when his scallop risotto will be topped with something a little more avante-garde.
Gastro-Gnome had for years heartily avoided any sort of self-proclaimed “health” food establishment, but was aghast to find a low calorie selection on the oft well-orchestrated menu of his favorite brasserie.
Often loathe to partake in any at-home dining experiences, Gastro-Gnome was predictably disappointed at his neighbor’s novice excuse for a second course.
Well on his way to becoming a bona fide ‘cicerone,’ Gastro-Gnome was more than unimpressed with his latest selections of craft brews.
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