Should I go on? No, I don't think so. When not nauseating is the highest compliment I can pay to an entree, I think I've said about all I need to.
Except this: Three Sons, you're showing your age.
Possible poisonings aside, all that's coming from your kitchen is a defeated sigh, a never-ending procession of same old thing after same old thing, and that isn't enough. You've got the look and you've got the legs, but the game is getting away from you. Your heart's not in it, and it shows. There's just too much young talent out there for you to rest on your reputation. Old-time stars and veteran favorites have to work twice as hard and be twice as good as they ever were if they just want to keep up. And it may not be fair, but it's the truth.
If I'm lucky, I've got 40,000 meals left to eat in my life. I'm sorry, but I won't waste another one on you.
