Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia

Last night, Bougie and the Refugee stormed a luxury apartment occupied by an idling barrister, and, despite threats of financially crippling litigation, comandeered her entertainment center and watched Sam Peckinpah's 'Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.' Bougie thought the movie kicked ass and, really, his is the only opinion that counts. If not for Bougie, the Refugee and idling barrister would have watched 13 consecutive hours of the food network, oohed and aaahed with the audience, and salivated over dishes made with unaffordable equipment and unattainable ingredients. No cooking was achieved that night because Bougie and the Refugee stumbled across a terrible narcotic which made them drooling idiots and incapacitated the Refugee's cognitive and fine motor skills. Bougie was unaffected because an incapacity for creative thought and lack of fine motor skills are his natural state. Instead of being thrifty and self-sufficient, Bougie and the Refugee went to an overpriced restaurant with mediocre food and an overly-talkative staff. the Refugee ordered squash ravioli because he is a vegetarian, which means he is a pussy and sympathizes with terrorists and hates America. Bougie, being bougie, ordered mahi-mahi with some sweet glaze that could have been doing double-time at some horrid chinese restaurant that also sells tacos. Bougie and the Refugee apologize for their lapse in judgment and lack of initiative. Bougie recommends 'Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia' for anyone interested in a grimy pseduo-western steeped in nihilism.

Pictures of previously-made meals will be displayed as soon as the idling barrister's digital camera is stolen, used, and probably broken.