In Which I Evolve Into A Fat Shit, One Second At A Time.

If I opened a restaurant where you didn’t have to make eye contact with the waiter while hearing the specials, would I be a millionaire tomorrow, or would I have to wait a couple of days?

I’m apparently qualified, seeing how many times I went out to eat last month.

Check out my July, so jam-packed with food it even involved a pie-eating contest. (I was merely an observer for that): 


July 2015 from Matt Shevin on Vimeo.