
It could be anything.
For once, we're talking about something serious!
A short vignette of interesting people encountered in a line at MTAC.
Near the University of Tennessee in Knoxville, exists a length of road referred to as "The Strip." More often than not, it suffers a crippling douche bag/drunken slut infestation. This brief list will prepare you for what to expect should you ever find yourself visiting The Strip.
Want to let that special someone know that you're peering in their window, silently watching them sleep every night? Here's how!
At one point in time, everyone predicted that by the end of the 21st century's first decade, we'd have a shiny new future of flying cars, personal jet-packs, and robotic servants. Instead, in 2009 we have a global economic meltdown and an internet full of porn. Where the fuck did we go wrong?
As we celebrate the first year of Chainsaw Buffet, the Chef shares the heartwarming rags-to-riches tale of the Buffet's origins. Hilarious hijinks and homeless winos being served for dinner ensue.
We decide to finally get our shit together and start promoting the site. What fake restaurant is complete without an equally fake takeout menu?
Where else can you walk in and pick up bread, milk, a 25 pound dumbbell, some goofy looking boots, two tubes of fabric glue, all in the same place?
Apparently this is what passes for science these days: a photo of a fursuit in a refrigerator and a big press conference announcing they're going to be doing some tests.
The Chef shares with you a story of the greatest car ever spotted in a Wal-Mart parking lot.
The Chef admits that he is, in fact, a snob. But it's not for the reasons you think.
The Cornshirt: coming soon to a white trash wedding near you.
There are certain things you can expect from an Indiana Jones movie, and here they are.
It's not that he's not brilliant and charismatic. It's just that he's more of a mad scientist than a mad engineer. (Spoilers ensue.)
The Chef shares one of his peculiar obsessions: that little show about a spaceship. No, not the goddamned Enterprise.
The Maitre d' creates one costume, and apparently declares himself enough of an expert to write a whole friggin' article on the subject.
The Maitre d' visits his parents, and discovers how charming small-town suburbia can begin to turn into a trashy redneck mess in just a few months.
The Chef shares his wedding plans involving a Pigeon Forge drive-thru window, an Elvis impersonator, and one of those t-shirts with a tuxedo printed on the front. Only in Tennessee are such things considered high class.
The Chef expresses admiration for the man who has shown us what it truly means to be a public official: Eliot Spitzer.
Combining two random posts he made in the same day, The Maitre d' comes up with the most horrible greatest idea for a Law and Order series ever devised.
At least it would sell to the otaku crowd.
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The Chef has often claimed that my head looks like an uncommonly large potato. So now I'm asking you, loyal reader, to weigh in on this controversy. When you see my head, do you feel the odd urge to wrap it in foil, put it in an oven, fill it with sour cream, and feast on its delicate flaky insides?
As we approach the end of 2007, the Chef ponders how things have changed in the last decade.
The Chef recounts his holiday travels. Warning: This involves Northwest Airlines, so it has lots of profanity.
A heartwarming tale of holiday cheer featuring The Chef, The Maitre d', and some hobo dressed up like Santa Claus.
The Maitre d' continues his tutorial by covering the transition from Inkscape to GIMP. Also, a runthrough of what nifty things we can do in GIMP to make our image look awesome.
Or, how to create your own Maitre d' the cheap and easy way!
The Chef goes to Anime Weekend Atlanta. The horror...the horror...