You can keep your caviar, duck confit, foie gras, weird fucking foams, and edible balloons because, in Flavortown, pretentious and frilly Fraiser-approved canapés take a backseat to belly-busters like the Bacon Mac N' Cheese Burger, fried pickles, and egg rolls stuffed with shaved ribeye, sriracha ketchup, and SMC, aka...
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