So, Michelin Stars Mean Nothing

Probably the most brutal restaurant review, ever, was posted a few days ago. This is how the "meal" began:

We headed to the restaurant with high hopes – eight of us in total, led into a cement cell of a room, Drake pumping through invisible speakers. It was sweltering hot, and no other customers were present. The décor had the of chicness of an underground bunker where one would expect to be interrogated for the disappearance of an ambassador’s child.

It went downhill from there. Foodies should read it, and if there was a 24-hour Denny's in that town, they'd have run to it.