To my complicated tastebuds, any fish heavier than mahi-mahi tastes like a sailor’s armpit.

If you can’t figure out how properly focus a photo, or you’re too drunk to bother, then the Lytro camera would really appeal to you.

The photos are reminiscent of some twisted version of “Where’s Waldo” for people with tritanopia.

Señor Gazpacho is a name that lends itself to things like illegal aliens, mystical African seances and random off-key horn arpeggios; none of that, of course, has anything to do with dubstep.

If there were ever a true antithesis to the Occupy movement, it is I.

I was slightly disappointed that no one bothered to hang a “Bud Light” sign next to the port-a-johns.

..for Canadians with heatstroke envy.

There were more than a handful of moments during the past 2 weeks for which I simply had no words.. in part because some of those words happened to be French.

Lo and behold, there was another apricot tart waiting for me to completely sourface my way through it.

Science has done a lot of things in my time, but it’s failed to make Europeans any taller.