30-06-2008
On a trip to the states in 2006 my family and I ate at his Las Vegas restaurant and Bobby Flay was there for some reason, going around the room greeting people at tables and making small talk about their experience. Hands were shaken, family pictures were snapped. He got near my table and I prepared the questions I had for him... and in a swift maneuver, he was magically at the table to the other side of me. In a moment I now replay endlessly that feels like eternity but actually took about two seconds, that faggy ginger manlet Booby Flay coldly pranced past my table, avoiding all eye contact.
I now realize he was probably intimidated by me, as I'm quite a large fellow, and I look very no-nonsense as well, like the kind of guy who, if he didn't like the latino-line cook-prepared food at your over priced theme park restaurant, he'd tell you.
He sensed a scene, and used his passive-aggressive manlet powers to avoid it. He ruined my family's trip, and I will certainly never step foot in a restaurant owned, sponsored or promoted by this goblin-faced albino ginger hobbit in my life.
