a review after my own heart:
There are wine cabinets bulging with Montrachet and Pomerol, priced in 4 figures for men with teeny-weeny penises Mind you, they’re crap chips, huge fat things that could exclude drafts. Who actually likes their chips this way? They’re advertised as coming with truffle and foie-gras salt, which is like getting a gold-plated, diamond-encrusted case for your smartphone because you’ve run out of things to spend money on