- Joined
- Sep 3, 2014
I always figured Jacks meat obsession was played up, maybe just making fun of how much of a glutton he is. Giant American serving sizes and big cuts of meat at every meal. Ha ha, fat man is very fat. But no, it's literally a part of his identity.
There's a reason I used to mock Jack by calling Ribs his god, and that little segment is the best example of my reasoning. He's absolutely obsessed with meat simply because as a kid he was told "NO JACK WE DON'T HAVE ANY BEEF FOR THE SPAGHETTI SAUCE!"Jack would worship a slab of meat if you told him it was God.
Which really does explain why Mama Scalfani would get the turkey necks, and actually reframes that to her getting the cheapest cuts of meat just to get the fat tub of entitled shit she was raising to shut the fuck up.
It's a miserable experience indeed. I love dal, which only has ghee as its animal component. I also love zampienkanka, whose filling for the bread is a mushroom/onion/cheese mix you can fry in veggie oil.I can’t fathom not being able to enjoy a bowl of fresh bucatini with a nice simple marinara sauce, a simple garden tomato and cucumber salad, or some simple rice paper, vermicelli, basil, carrot, spring rolls without getting antsy about who is eating the gud meets that are not in my plate. The simplest and freshest foods and the most rewarding. You think this guy has ever had the pleasure of eating a oyster just plucked from the sea without deep frying it in a pile of malthodextrine?
This sloppy fat wop doesn’t deserve gud meets let alone the air he gurgles.
Hell, this motherfucker unironically eats sandwiches sideways because he delusionally thinks bread has no flavor, even though he desperately recreates it poorly each time with egg shit.
Dude's a clown, simple as.