This architectural endeavor, originating in South Korea, makes sense in an abstract sort of way: you know, pasta eating becomes portable and therefore more convenient (actual logistics aside). However, I’ve always had a problem with the carbs-inside-carbs thing. In Japan, I used to see soba-in-hot-dog-buns all the time— I didn’t get it then, and I don’t get it now. It lacks elegance. (I know, pasta in a waffle cone lacks elegance— who knew?) It’s kind of the like the turducken to me: let’s put some stuff in some stuff, and, since it’s all the sort of the same stuff, it will kind of clever.
True, I think this is a naked mole rat (a creature which hasn’t really had any relevance since Kim Possible), and that alone is a questionable subject for a cake. However, the spray-painting technique thing that the artist (and I use that word loosely) is really, really unsightly. Frighteningly so. To be sure, the naked mole rat is not a conventionally beautiful critter, but the paint job emphasizes two things: a) the unfortunate shade that is the nake mole rat’s skin, and b) poor cakesmanship. For shame.
Ah, the monkfish. So many questions about this slapped-by-the-ugly-stick fish. Why does it taste like lobster? Is that expression because it’s happy to see you? Or is it angry it’s on a plate? Maybe it’s concerned about your protein intake? Or perhaps it’s just the second child of Satan?
Call me jaded, but I just don’t find these that gross. Yes, it is a little dissonant— I mean pouring cupcake batter into sausage casing is certainly weird— but I reward the innovation. Grilled cupcakes… who knew? (Oh yes, they are formally called cupcakewurst.)
Maybe this tastes good, but I’m skeptical of dipping a sandwich into a bowl of popcorn. It just seems like a perverse confusion of textures. And peeling open a grilled cheese sandwich is just kind of dirty.