Fucking, man’Ouché…

Never met a more pretentious “gallette” traditionnELLE…

You know, motherfuckers, for all the support we [the staff] have given to your “lucha” you sure are some “picky” sons-of- whatever a female dog is in your Tongue, for us at San José de Las Panochas it is: barbacoa ; and we don’t give a fuck how THE customer wants it served, and/or dispatched.

Les falta chile, putos.

And i know you speak my lengua, so don’t pretend. What? just because you have blue eyes and blond hair, you motherfuckers think that YOU are a French chef? Eh!

Here comes a Brownie for your desert… and Gault & Millau “l’expert gourmand” thinks [DAT] you suck.