Friday, May 16, 2014

Golden Corral

Like a slimy politician fishing for votes... You have to put yourself in your constituents' shoes or stomach and mingle with the plebeians sometimes. I'm not running for office or anything, I'm usually running away from them most of time. But I do indulge in some low rent grubby sometimes just to keep me grounded. Fuck, who am I kidding, I'll eat anything, anywhere, anytime. The pouch don't discriminate. I ate a Hot Pocket the other day at 7-Eleven, I even used that dirty microwave and I liked it... Well, only with my eyes closed and dreaming about Gal Gadot and how skinny she is. I'm friends with her on Facebook, just sayin'.
Ok, I don't really eat at obesity chain dumps, maybe once every couple of decades... It's usually filled to the brim with slobs with the palate of cardboard. I don't know how these people do it on a weekly basis. These places are here for one thing and one thing only... To support the toilet paper industry. Flush. The fucking Coneheads would love this place... Mass consumption. This location is pretty much brand spanking new with a fancy LED sign out front with pretty moving pictures to lure in the sheeple. I resisted for a few months but I finally broke down and went in to see what the fuss was all about since this is like the only one ITP... Curiosity will most likely kill the pouch. Pray for me, Fraudie Buddha.

The entry gates to gluttonous hell... Sheeple marching in line. This place is a trip... Or one must be tripping to come here. It really is a corral, fattening up the cows for slaughter. There were so many fatties in here I couldn't tell which were the fat rolls and the yeast rolls. The tongs are there for a reason, poke at it first and if it jiggles and giggles, put it down fast and walk the other way. Never provoke an obeast while it's feeding. Most of the food is super fattening and buttery, sadly, the calorie count can only be found on the website. But who's really counting up in this piece... Except for the pieces of chicken eaten.

It's an AYCE fwied cheekan freak's wet dream... I did tinkle a little in my underpants when I saw the massive pile of chicken right out front. It's not the best fried chicken but wasn't bad for what it was. The skin was crispy but not very flavorful, the smaller pieces seem to be over-fried since they throw everything in the same fry basket. They also had fried chicken livers, like with the fried chicken half were a bit dry and other half pretty decent. Just douse it in hot sauce and you're good to go. If one were to come here, go on the steak nights (which is on the weekends I assume because of the crowds). The meat quality is just ok but what makes me laugh is watching the people ordering their meat temp... 99% orders them well done! WTF. I asked for a mid-rare and i got medium+, chewy. Then I got smart and asked for rare next time and got mid rare minus, hey, I'll take it. One time this bro next to me had no clue what asking for a temp was and he ordered what I ordered (mid rare) and when he saw the grill cook cut it open to show me the temp, the bro freaked out and said that's disgusting, who would eat meat red in the middle. This guy must ask for well temp at a sushi joint. I like NE clam chowda, but this wasn't that good and salty as shit but somehow I went back for another cup. I ate it, musta been the crack in there. There's a bunch of other stuff like pizza, pastas and salads, blah blah blah, you know your usual cafeteria slop but I stuck with the cheekan and steak mostly and some veggies/rice. They also had a chocolate/caramel fountain with strawberries on a stick... Just imagine how filthy that station was. So, I went for some orange sorbert and it was half icy and half syrup, and all nasty. Then I spotted the soft serve machine...

Push clinch plop... It's like taking my dog for a walk. My muscle memory was triggered when I saw this and my hand was reaching for a poop bag in my back pocket instantly. Always pick up after your dog... And yourself after a visit here. If you can reach around that is.

It wasn't a horrible experience, I'm glad I did it. It just makes me more appreciative of the great food I eat elsewhere... Fuck that, what am I saying? There's a ton of shitty food out there at fancy places. I'm just glad I can warn my one reader of the places to avoid. I'm sure he appreciates it very much.


Poor Calvin's Ramen Special

Fusion. Yeah, that word. I have had problems with it in the past. This place is all about fusion. The menu is a mix of all your classic gimmicky fusion hits like pineapple fwied wice served inside a real pineapple. But we're not here to discuss the regular menu, I'm here to examine their special specimen on Thursday nights only, the Ramen special.

Chef Special Ramen - Miso duck broth, fried lobster tail, Peking duck (what?), egg, egg noodle. I take my ramen serious, especially, anyone who does a one night special because it's suppose to be special. This dish sounds great on paper but let me start by saying this bowl was $22. Yes, twenty-(I-want-my-fucking)-two dollars! Asked the server what exactly is inside this $22 chef's special ramen, answer- I don't know, whatever he wants to put in there. Boy, that was the answer I was looking for, I can die now. He could put an egg and a piece of salad shrimp in there and call it a day. I don't want a fucking ramen omakase. But he did assure me that it does include the fried lobster tail only after pulling 3 teeth out of him. OK, how was it? First taste is always the broth...Slurp slurp- heavy on the miso but you can taste the duck broth. After awhile that miso builds up in your mouth and gets saltier and saltier and you get thirstier and thirstier.. What am I eating, a fucking pretzel? The other thing to do right away is to take that fried lobster tail out of the broth because that once crispy batter turned soggier than an unchanged diaper for 3 days. The funny thing about this fried lobster tail is that it was still attached to the shell at the very end, that's fusion art for ya because that tail was fused onto that shell like it was attached with a MIG welder. Make it as difficult to eat, pweez. The tail wasn't bad, shit, is any fried lobster bad? The soy soaked eggs were nice, still a little runny, I prefer more runny but it was fine. The noodles were not ramen, not even close, its Chinese egg noodles. You know, that dried stuff we buy at the market that comes like 8 little danish shapes per bag. That shit is cheap and it's great for a snack with some oyster sauce and gai lan, but at $2-fucking-2, I want primo noods. The "Peking" duck pieces in there got lost within that miso abyss, it was there and I knew what I was chewing but totally flavorless. It was a nice effort and I understand what they're trying to accomplish here but the execution and combination of ingredients fell flat. This is why fusion is such a shady subject, sometimes it's not meant to be. And for $22 a bowl, I want that shit to be perfect and I want to drink all of the broth which I couldn't. Boy, these pretzels are making me thirty.   

Basil Rolls - fresh vegetables wrapped in soft-skin rice paper, curry mustard sauce. Ok, I couldn't resist and ordered a couple other small dishes to kill time while my special ramen was being expertly prepared. Dude, WTF is that jizz on top? Why, it's the curry mustard sauce. Garbage. Why can't you leave well enough alone? Or at least put the sauce in a small dipping dish. This roll was so loosely put together to give it that illusion of volume and girth... Kinda like my blow up sheep doll. Wait, did I say that out loud? Jury, please disregard the witness's last remarks. This thing was so bad, had zero flavor even with that mustard curry sauce. If you don't shove that entire thing in your mouth in one shot, it's coming... Apart. That's what she said. Awful.

Kale Peking Duck Salad - mango, apple, thai citrus dressing. Hey, kale is the new it thing... At Panda Express. The kale is fried here.. fried so much that it's retaining about a quart of oil. Put that shit in your mouth and it's like swimming out to the Valdez with your mouth open. There is so little leafy greens than even a vegan would protest. The dressing was so overloaded it made every thing wet and oily. It was almost inedible. It's like a dressed salad that was left out for hours under the sun. They did put a decent amount of Peking duck in there... Even though the Peking duck was kinda suspect. But I'll be nice and let them have that one. Yeah, sure it's Peking duck, pal.

 Now, I know why this place is named Poor Calvin's... Bless his heart.

I ended up at Popeyes after for a snack... I was friggin starvin' and it was so good. As usual.

Not all was lost.

Burp.


Thursday, May 15, 2014

Shoya

Man who sits in front of oversized elephantitis bronze cojones will receive a mouthful... Believe me, those chin nuts are good luck because this joint rocks out with their kokku out. Just watch out for the baseball size rollers on that rat dog with the perfect areolaless erect nipples and hope it doesn't release any natto into your grub. Shoya has always been in the top 5 of my list, so, it's time to make another trip for some rad snackeries.

It's like looking into a mirror. Pouch approves. Man, those are some giant balls.. Bicycle shorts man would be jealous.

Ankimo. Foie gras of the sea... Monky liver.

 Clams. Some new dish on the ginormous menu, turned out just meh.

Soft Shell Crab. It's like a baby Kaiju... Deep fried for human consumption.

Grilled Oysters. I had no problem gnawing on these bad boys while staring at Tanuki's sack.These are awesome, a must have.

Sashimi Deluxe. Still one of the best seafood baskets this side of Captain D's.

Fried Amaebi Heads. One of my all time favorite snacks, right after fried chicken lips. Brains, eyeballs, legs, toes, beaks, ears, uterus... If it's fwied, I'll eat it all. 

 Purple Potato Fries. One of the newer dishes on the menu. Super crunchy and pretty tasty.

Agedashi Tofu. Crispy outside, warm soft tofu inside sitting in a dashi foot pool. I like this crap, even if it's vegan smegma.


And this is why I am so pleasantly... Plump, plump, squirt.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Flappy Meat Muffins

We all have read about and been out to all the "best" burger spots in town and I have eaten and written about most them. And no, the fucking H&F burger is not on this list since your mom just covered it in her college newspaper. It's time to shine some light on the burgers in town that gets no love... There's probably a reason why they don't get any love but the pouch doesn't discriminate when it comes to a proper meat injection between a pair of fluffy buns. Lord knows I could use a proper beef injection between my buns... I have been on a health kick recently and craving me some juicy burgers. Who am I kidding, if y'all ever see me eating anything healthy kick me in the nads... Not once but twice. And then treat me to Popeyes... For the pouch.

Milano Bakery & Cafe.
Bibimbap. This place is not really a bakery, it's more of a bodega with it's limited bakery selections and menu of odd items. Their two Korean burgers are their signature items with not a single Asian in sight. I saw an Indian 'manager' running in bags of ingredients from Kroger and the servers are Latino. OMG!, It's like a Korean joint making tacos with nary a Mexi in sight, a total role reversal. All the ingredients were freshly prepared. The bun was nice and soft and worked well with keeping the whole thing together. I wished they would have toasted it a bit first because it got soggier with every passing minute. You basically have to eat the whole thing once you pick it up. The flavor was decent but pretty much a mash up, guess that's as much as you can do to a bibimbap in burger form. It's cute to eat it... Once.

Bulgogi. It's a pretty simple burger with less flavor. The patty was undercooked but not a big deal, tasted like cheekan sashimi. Okay, I'm stretching that a bit like my pannus right now. It's like a backyard burger with bulgogi sauce on top. Once again, it's cute but not craveworthy.

Melton's App & Tap.
Better Burger. First thing, this townie hall place has been around for ages. I walked in and the music stopped and every beady eye under a trucker hat was laser guided towards me. I was found to be of no threat and the music and dip chewing continued on. The waffle fries here are pretty good and no, I'm not gonna compare it to Chick-fil-A's fries because I rarely eat at that gay dump and the last time their waffle taters tasted like it came out of a zipper. The good thing about the burger here is that you can ask for a temp. Medium rare, pweez. Let's see how that goes...

Dull silverware makes for a nasty hatchet wound... But I am obsessed with the pink in my meat flaps and had to take a peek. It was a bit under mid-rare but that's ok, I'm no stranger to young inexperienced cooks like girls from Malaysia.. Along with their pink socks. The meat was very under-seasoned but it did have a nice thin layer of crisp on the patty from the flat top. The bun was decent quality but no way could it stand up the steam, juice and heat from the meat when it was not buttered and toasted properly. Come to think of it, it wasn't toasted at all. Hey, it's a townie joint, one expects the burgers to be easily gummed before swallowing. Squirt.

Corner Pub Decatur.
Build a Burger. It's just too much work sometimes with all the options.. Just give me a burger, mid-rare with the standard trim and a side of fried okra. Nothing spectacular, just a decent meat mound that needed a bit more seasoning. The okra was pretty tasty since it wasn't the brown bag to fryer kind. That needed seasoning too right after the fryer.

Salmon Burger. Looks like a breaded and fried log from the litter box... But it tasted better than it looked. A couple of bites and I had my fill. Licking up all that smegma dripping down my arm was not as sexy as how my dog licks himself. That's prolly because I can't stretch my leg straight out anymore.

Steak 'n Shake.
Double Cheese Burger. Have not been in here for over 13 years. There's a reason why... Not because of the food, it's the people eating this food. It's like watching Sloth from the Goonies making out with Chunk.. With full tongue, fat rolls and all. That sight could make a billy goat puke. My first thought when the burga came out was - did they fuck up my double with a single? No way ese, this was a double patty with the thickness of two beer coasters. It's low rent college food, it was cheap, greasy, tasty and filling. The herb parm fries were trying to be some fine dining play but ended up as a study in moppishness... It's like serving a can of Chef Boyardee with white truffle oil and freshly grated grana padano.

North River Tavern.
Big E's Ranch Burger. I know what y'all saying... Where the fuck is this place? The answer is I don't know either. I got stuck in this section of town like it was the Children of the Corn. I made a bunch of turns and ended up here... I might as well fill the pouch if I'm gonna get slaughtered by inbred children creastures. Bacon, onion rings on a burger sounds like a good last meal. This burger was quite decent, well seasoned, juicy and held together well even with all that shit packed in there. Wait, I'm not gonna go there with who's packing shit in this part of town. Bottomline: I must say this was a decent burger in the middle of bumblefucksville... I would recommend you say it was good, too, if you want to live.

Cafe 640.
Cafe Burger. Pretty much a standard pub burg but this supposedly had some herb-roasted shiitake in it. I think the dishwasher foraged the shrooms while it was sitting there under the heat lamp for 5 minutes because everything looked limp... Look at those sad sack of spuds lying there like a drugged up Burmese sex slave. It was an acceptable burger but no way a contender for top 5 anywhere.

General Muir.
Double Burger Stack. Ok, I wasn't gonna put a fancy, gourmet, well cock sucked burger on this list but I couldn't resist. To me this is a messy franken burger with unshaped patties to give it that hipster foodie attitude... It's almost like if Ms. Ann Snatch Bar decided to do a pop-up here using their prime ingredients instead of a 2 foot meat log found in a sink at her dump. This burger is juicy (aka greasy) as hell and if you decide to pick it up, you better stay the course and complete the job. Have someone next to you feed you some of the kickass fries in mid man meat chew.

The Big King.
Ok, I was gonna do a side by side comparison with the Big Mac... But I haven't had a Big Mac for at least 17 years. I just couldn't do that to the pouch in one sitting. I would be Trainspotting my entire joint let alone the toilet. The protein in this thing was standard BK meat drapes you find everyday. No flame kissed, no flavor. The white sauce was funky and I had to think about a happy place to keep it down. The bun was ok but the middle bun is super thick where as Mick Deez nut's middle bun is thin and porous and smooshes easily. There's no way to eat this creasture without squashing it down. Some chicks I know can dislocate their jaws like a snake and can swallow the diameter of a man python with ease. Unfortunately, I do not possess those skills in my sack.

Bingo! A BOGO. The curse continues... I forgot I had another one in the bag from a buy one get one deal. I couldn't let this go to waste and there was no way I was going to nuke this later on for a midnight snack. The only humane thing to do was to eat while it's still mold free... Who the fuck am I kidding, these things don't go bad. Ever. The second wasn't any better. Fuck my life. Just call me Renton. Flush.

Sobban.
Fried Kimchi Bologna Sandwich. I know, it's not a burger but it does contain meat flaps... Does that count? I don't care, it's got meat in the middle and bread on either side. Usually only available at lunch but they were nice enough to make one since I was soiling my underpants to try one... Yes, the groveling worked. It was tasty, but it's more of gimmick than something I would want to order again and again. But I kept eating it because of the quality ingredients on this plate and it reminded me of an ex-gf.

Wrecking Bar.

Wreck Burger. A very decent burger, so decent that I would order it again. Spot on medium-rare temp and the flavors worked well together. The fries were kinda limp and a tad over salted but totally passable. Their Russian Imperial Stout is no joke, friggin dericious... As with their other specialty brews, especially the stouts. The menu is pretty decent unlike the Porter which I was at earlier and nothing on the menu there looked good. But their beer selection is what you go to the Porter for, then come here to eat. Do it, do it.

Don't ask why any other burger joints didn't make the list... Ok, because my fat fingers hurt typing on this keyboard when I could be fingering some stinky pinky.

Burp.




Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Varuni Napoli

Forget all that you know about what I said was the best 'ZA in da ATL that I discovered a few years back on the westside. That joint has become annoying, irritating, gentrified by Beliebers and played out... I mean they could take a giant steaming dump on a sheet pan, sprinkle some Grana Padano and EVOO on it and the sheep would squat and gobble that crap up and declare it amazeballs. Pizza for Dummies, I say. The quality/execution has gone down the last time I was there and heard from credible sources that it has gotten worse since, that's why I haven't been back in over 2 years and had to look for alternatives. Luckily, I found them at Sapori di Napoli (which is wonderful at times) and Ammazza (totally acceptable on a hit and miss basis), but the hipster life style at those places drained all my life force and had to get rid of my childhood oversized glasses frames. You say, what about Don Antonio by Starita? After tasting their fried pizza, I am still waiting for them to make a real one. So, when I heard from the mouth of the long gone original pizzaiolo from Antico that he was opening his own spot, I pissed and shat my pants not once but twice. So, I waited and waited for this gluten messiah to rise from the dead of this long emptied space. Mama Mia! I want some gluten and I want it now! And like the bearded baby Jesus, Varuni Napoli has risen... Along with the mother dough.

Let's take a first gander at this joint... Will it please the pouch or will the pouch have an allergic reaction to more mediocre dusty crusty.

Real Stefano Ferrara dual ovens, Eddie? Oh, nuthin' but da best...  A real pair of beauties, huh? Just like waking up everyday between Kate Upton. Squirt. Luca tells me that he likes to keep his temp under 900 degrees vs what others might say otherwise. I'm coming to my senses, now.

So, Luca just starts flinging pies at me.. No complaints from me, I had worse thrown at me like that time at the zoo at the gorilla cage. No buono. Ok, time to nut up or shut up... I shutted up when I saw this trim put in front of me. The crust, the blisters, the color... And I knew this would be asskickery when I saw that the basil was put on AFTER the pie came out of the oven. This mofo did dun guud. This tasted like heaven, the crust was perfect, the crispiness, the chew, the char, the pull, the flavor was all there. The sauce, vibrant and the flavor came out naturally with the top notch ingredients used. The moo mozz perfect melt was spot on. The Calabrian peppers even better than that other joint, smaller and more powerful. Pouch fucking loved that. There were also a few spicy salumi slices that put it over the top. This is one damn fine Napoletana 'Za. Anywhere.

Another custom 'Za without sauce, just cheese and spicy cured meats. I had tried at least 5-6 different pies throughout the night but didn't have a chance to document them, believe me, they were cum worthy beat off material. I kept on stuffing my fat face one after another. Crust expanding in the pouch had no chance of stopping my mass(ass) consumption of these incredible edibles. Then when I thought he couldn't top the pies, this came out...

Fried Pizza. This was quite sizeable like a giant calzone when it came but the vultures kamikazed in with their grubby asscrack pickin' claws before I had a chance to snap a glamour shot of it. But I won't dare use the word calzone in here, though... That's Americanized shit, kinda like fortune cookies to Chino grubbery. The fried crust was light, airy and thin, filled with the usual suspect of great ingredients inside like the imported mozz and salumi. The marinara sauce was perfect with it. But the star is the fried crust here. I don't want to go there and compare this to it but it reminded me of an eggroll crust from a Chino dump found on Moreland but only 1000 times better. Don't fucking hate because I know you fuckers lurv that slutty blistered crusty eggrolls at 2AM. So do I, I'm a slut if there ever was one. My only complaint about this was the size of it, it should be more of a portable pouch of filled goodness, kinda like an Eyetalian Hot Pocket. Oh, shit, no you didn't..

Scugnizzo. Half-moon baked pizza, stuffed with Italian ricotta, buffalo mozzarella, salami, basil. It's a sizable specimen and quite delicious but it's just too large for one person to eat, it's definitely a sharing dish. While this was good, go for the fried pizza ("calzone") first if you have never tried it.
I need one of these beer glasses to go with my beer googles... Some hot broads up in this piece but I'm more in the fatty league and I could use all the help I can get. 

 And to end off the night... A couple of home made on the spot cannolis. This is G U U D shit. Not like that hard gooey cream cheese filled crap you get everywhere. The filling was silky smooth ricotta that would made Peter North proud. I would use that filling on my face like Pond's Rejuveness Daily Anti- Wrinkle Cream. Yeah, I use it, so what. Your mother does and she goes to college, too.

The pouch has good feelings about this one and it's longevity and quality control, time will prove me right. So, I'll make it real simple for y'all and my one blog fan...

2 words: Fucking Go.

1 more word: Now.

Like the Highlander, there can only be one. 


1540 Monroe Drive,
Atlanta, GA 30324
404-709-2690
http://varuni.us

Monday, March 17, 2014

Paisano Pouch

A new visit and a re-visit to a couple newish Eyetalian joints..

Villagio.
So, stopped by finally to see what this joint was all about... Heard decent things about the grub. They have some chef's prix fixe menu nightly after a certain time for like $15. I was interested in a few other dishes on the regular menu but I wasn't super hungry and wanted a light snack. I was tempted to get the "personal 12"" which is their normal size Margherita pizza but I had a feeling that would be a major fail and ammo for a massive ass ripping. So, it was back to the prix fixe for $15, how big could these portions be? Well, the server said they were full portions. Sold, bitch.

 
Caesar. It's a standard issue Caesar with a nicely made dressing but the crouton made me laugh. Am I suppose to put a little of the salad on the slice of crouton and eat it bruschetta style?

Minestrone. I ordered another Caesar initially because of my girlish figure but then changed my mind like an entitled daddy's little princess skank whore that I am after the server put in the order. Yeah, because I can do that. But I'm sure glad I did... This was pretty good, just needed more flavor in the broth. It was nice to see that they included pasta (bowties) which many places don't give you that added value whether it's pasta or rice in this dish.

Butternut Squash Ravioli. Nice looking dish full of color and hominess. The raviolis were tasty but something said to me they weren't made in house, they were bought from an outside source. While they were plenty of ravs in bowl, there were also plenty of oil and butter.. Like a full cup of it at the bottom. I had to stick the little bread plate underneath one side of the bowl so all the oil could drain off the ravs. Even the server said it was overkill and he came back to the table and said, the chef prepares it that way which is the correct way. Come again? No, it's not the proper way for ravioli to be drowning in a fatty butter oil soup concoction. Just don't fucking do it because not everyone is a bobblehead who will nod at everything they're told.

Lasagna. This picture doesn't do it justice to the enormity of this exhibit live in person. It was the size of a cinder block. It was a decent tasting specimen but the meat was a bit pasty, the texture was too smooth like in a pate. It also had way too much cheese on top, masked the overall taste. It didn't have that ancient Italian grandma recipe taste to it but I did enjoy it, for the most part. I think the problem was that it was made a few hours back and had been sitting around for awhile.

Some coffee gelato scoop thinger. It had small bits of ice chunks inside... You know what that means. I ate it anyways.


Don Antonio's by Starita.
So, I made a quick drive-by to see how they were doing since my first visit... A couple of hits and misses on this redux but it's showing some promise.

Montanarine Genovese. It's almost like a street fair doughnut but with onion, pancetta and pecorino romano. Cute but it's so similar to all their other fried dough puff thingers.

Montanara. Lightly fried dough with smokey buffalo mozzarella which was pretty smokey but the "Signature Starita tomato sauce" was still too tart and acidic. The dough has improved, though. I did like the lightly fried dough, it wasn't greasy or fatty which will prolly disappoint the pouch. I'll make it up to him later with a visit to Popeyes.

Margherita. They got the whole Basil leaves in the center of the pie correct but I still don't like how they cook it with them on. The pie has gotten better but the sauce still needs work. Overall, it was steps up from my first visit but still far from great.

I'm still waiting for Varuni to open because I have a feeling they will crush the competition with Luca's talent. I haven't been to Antico for over 2 years because of the unbearable wannabes there and I don't miss it a bit because there's Sapori di Napoli and even Ammazza will do but Don Antonio has the look but the feel just ain't there yet.


Friday, March 7, 2014

Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen

To the tick tock you don't stop...

Come inside, take off your coat, Pops will make you feel at home.
Now let's pour a glass of sweet tea 'cause now we're all alone.
I've been waiting all night so just let me hold you close to me,
'Cause I've been dyin' for you Pops and make love to pouch.

Pops, you make me feel real good.
We can eat it 'til we both pass out.
Pops, you know I'm hooked on you,
And this is what I'll do...

I wanna fry you up.
All night.
You make me feel real good.
I wanna eat you out.
I wanna fry you up.

Let me take you out of the oversized bag.
Disconnect the webcam so nobody knows.
Let me dust some Cajun Sprinkle,
So that we can make it better.
Eatin' cheekan until we drown.

Dig.

Pouch, you know it tastes real good.
We can eat it 'til we both pass out.
Pops, you know I'm hooked on you.
And this is what I'll do.

I wanna fry you up
Eatin' cheekan until we drown
I wanna fry you up

Pops, you just taste so good
I just wanna, I just wanna look at you
Don't say anything at all
Just lay in the box, and enjoy the ride, yeah

Eatin' legs and thighs all night long...
(I wanna fry you up)
Tastes so right it can't be fattening...
Don't be shy pouch just feed me...
(I wanna fry you up)
Open up the box and I'll set you free...