An open letter to Bobby Flay.
Dear Bobby Flay,
Marry me. No seriously, marry me. Your Ancho-chile honey glazed salmon haunts my dreams. Your burbon pork tenderloin has tickled me in such a way I've never thought possible. So what if the wait on a Friday night was an hour and a half? You gave us the option of having just as exceptional service at the bar! And just when I expected mediocrity from the dessert menu, I am blown away by your Banana-Hazelnut Crunch Sundae with warm, sexy fig sauce that reminds me of the way you man that grill.. You sexy Bobby Flay you. I left my digits with your bartender. Let's get together and grill a steak or two sometime.
xoxo
Verotica