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Guy ‘Guido’ Fieri
We’re not sure how this Frosted Mini Wheat with sunglasses and over done jewelry rose to anything close to the amount of fame that he has, but frankly, we’re too embarrassed that he hails from the Smartasses’ home town of Columbus, Ohio to care. If we Columbusites are going to be looked upon as ass-clowns, let us at least be cast as such for something valid… like being the worst behaved football fans in America- not for frosting our hair, conspicuously omitting the letter ‘G’ from the end of every word, and coming up with ‘recipes’ that Mrs. Davidson’s fourth grade class could have concocted.
Who really wants this putz cooking your food anyway? Did you see him on the Super Bowl XLV Pre-game, grabbing Nabiscos as if his chubby little life depended on it, with neither tongs nor gloves? One of us here at Smartasses has been a restaurant manager- and that behavior alone, not to mention all that nasty health-code-violating silver on his hands, would have been enough to send any of us back to culinary boot camp.
Let us also consider the notion that our “Minute to Win It” game show host, chooses… yes, consciously chooses to call himself “Guido”. This is not exactly a term of endearment. In fact, the Urban Dictionary lists the word as such: A sad pathetic excuse for a male; not necessarily of Italian descent, but most likely; usually native to the New York/New Jersey Tri-State area. Ring any bells, Mister sad, pathetic grandson of Giuseppe Fieri?
Honestly, it’s bad enough that we have to suffer through any of his I’m-cool-’cause-I-wear-index-finger-rings food commercials, as if he’s really driving around in a big red cracker truck ready to make your tailgate so much better with buttery saltines and Grade D beef. But seriously, are we really supposed to believe that throwing crap on a Ritz cracker deserves the term ‘recipe’, let alone a ‘rockin’ recipe? The term ‘slider’ is a little in question as well. I think most people eat Ritz crackers to prevent things from sliding back UP their esophagus AFTER a tailgate party.
But regardless of semantics, let’s break down this so-called recipe: Two crackers; one quarter of one slice of simulated cheese type food; some Steak-Umm leavin’s; a single jalapeno; and a bunch of other garbage that allows Guy to throw in words like ‘balsamic’ and ‘julianne’… just so it can sound like an actual recipe. I’ve seen monkeys do more with a banana.
Let’s also take into consideration the game show Minute To Win It. Whatever happened to the days of game-show hosts having a little class? Somewhere along the line, some hipster TV exec decided that the days of the smiling pretty-boy emcee’s were over, and we needed to have cutting edge hosts with ink, piercings, a shaved head and an attitude. While that may not necessarily be a bad thing… come on people, Guy Fieri? Seriously? Howie Mandel is the kicker and Guy Fieri is the punter? Really?
Nonetheless, somehow this Who Wants To Be a Millionaire knockoff also became a video game, and of course Guy is on the cover, pointing like he’s Eddie Van Halen, as if to wickedly encourage you to be as gnarly and pimped out as he is. Think the game sounds like fun? Don’t hold your breath. Read a few of the reviews, courtesy of Amazon dot com. Apparently it’s just as bad as Fieri’s outdated Wolfman Jack style.