waiting for the fat guy on Bizarre Foods to eat weird new lumps o' dog. Wouldn't that be gross?

So I went to Expatriate. And I had a sort of mind blowing experience that I couldn't quite put into words so I went again a few days later. I loved it all over again.

In ways I couldn't quite put into words, until I read this article. You put my feelings into words. Hot damn I feel so good in that place. Hot Damn.

Why isn't Piattino on this list, preposterous Onstad devil monkey of Babylon's secret agenda?