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Molecular Gastronom-ache

Not unlike your favorite Tenderloin dive, a meal at El Bulli doesn't always come up roses: "Our assessment? The body was not designed to ingest that many chemicals in one meal. I remember the drive back to Barcelona, roundabout after fucking roundabout, being filled with burps that tasted like we'd quenched our thirst at a toxic spill. Stomachs distended, our conversation on the road to the airport consisted mostly of us saying 'Wow, I feel like crap,' 'Yeah, me too.' Repeat." [Confessions of a Restaurant Whore]

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