Scientists have unlocked the secrets of the black truffle's sex life.
T&T&A, a new book due out in March, pairs photos of barely-clothed women with full frontal shots of tacos.
"There are connoisseurs of French Bordeaux. And connoisseurs of Tang Dynasty woodcuts," declares publisher Sump Books. "And there are connoisseurs of topless women and cheap-ass Mexican food."Read More >
Here's something new in Valentine's day dining promotions: a restaurant that encourages bathroom couplings.
Argentina's President Christina Fernandez is promoting pork as an alternative to Viagra. After a recent BBQ pork dinner, she said: "things went very well that weekend, so it could well be true."
Carls Jr. has commissioned a new star to sex up its brand. Following in the footsteps of burger-chomping Padma Lakshmi, Kim Kardashian will pimp a new line of salads being introduced by the fast food chain.
The above image of Ludovic Lefebvre (left) from his cookbook Crave is nearly the same as that of Viviani (right) in his new book: badass chef dude wades into the sea in his jeans and seemingly pulls two giant fish out of the water with nothing but his hands. We don't need no stinking fishing poles!
Back in 2005, Leslie Brenner swooned over the photo of Lefebvre in the pages of the Los Angeles Times: "Look at him, emerging from the surf like a chef-Adonis, kelp fairly dangling from his biceps. He caught those big fish with his bare hands!"
So, will this mean that the barehanded fishing shot will become de rigeur for the up-and-coming celebrity chef, or have Viviani and Lefebvre simply upped the ante to something even more absurdly over-the-top?
Watch out, Hooters. At L.A.'s Baby's Badass Burgers mobile food truck, "female employees will wear itsy-bitsy boy shorts while serving up burgers like the Cougar (aged beef and black truffles) or the Hot Chick (buffalo chicken with bleu cheese)." Via coldmud.
Did you know that Graham Crackers were originally invented to curb sexual desire?
"A Yelp is not like an orgasmic moan, or maybe to some it is. As for the compulsion to Tweet. Tweeting does not lead to kissing like dancing did. Whatever became of infidelity in the afternoon—would one Tweet it afterward with a euphemism or a rating?"