“Hey guys, are you sure? Because I’d REALLY like to bro down with all of my cool bros on the Penn campus. Gimme some up top!”
There are those among us who would say that Bobby Flay, celebrity chef and probable inspiration for the male half of the “Two A-Holes” skits on Saturday Night Live, knows how to cook a steak and should thus be given a right to spread his dickish brand wherever he wishes. Please do not confuse us with those people. So when we learned, via Grubstreet, that Flay was planning to set up shop in West Philly, we had one, single, clear, and true reaction: NO. Flay is a hack. The city’s food scene — already thriving and wonderful and challenging — does not need him. And Jose already kicked his ass once. So, no, Bobby Flay. No. Do not come here. Go buy some Yankees tickets or something instead. Go home, Bobby Flay. Go home.
