Ihatecelebutards:

Gee, you're such a fucking important celebutard I haven't even heard of you. And I've seen a whole 30 seconds of fucking "Entertainment Tonight" this year while I dove for the fucking remote. I guess this fucking post must be the most brilliant fucking post you've ever read, fuckhead, because by your standards, repeating the word "fuck" passes for wit. You're not even a celebutard. You're just an asshole. Fuck you.

GR:

Nah. I just like driving through Pennsylvania on Mondays. There are a few reasons I wouldn't do Kitchen Nightmares in Philly:

1. There have been nearly 400 murders in Philly this year. Shitty restaurants are the least of that city's problems.

2. While there are a ton of shitty restaurants in Philly, we wouldn't do a show there because it's not a real city.

3. Philly is full of idiots. All you have to do to be a celebrity in Philly is be a weatherperson or anchor on the local news. I mean how many fucking cover stories can fucking Philadelphia Magazine do about John Bolaris or Marc Howard? What a shitty magazine.

Joe American:

I'm glad that you limp-wristed panzies think that buying other pretentious losers over-sweetened and -caffeinated coffee somehow equates to a charitable deed. I'm sure you never had the pleasure of being poor, homeless, or having an original thought. Maybe it's the exhaust from your Hummer or SLK, the glare from your Friendster profile off a MacBook screen , or the Old Navy fleece that's cutting off the circulation to your lower extremities (i.e. balls), but I smell bullshit.

Please continue to live the other 345+ days or so of the year in a selfish, corporate, conformist mindset. Better yet, call my middle finger "cheer" and pass it around, please.

John Mayer:

GR,

I "cheered" when I read this!

John Mayer

GR:

Thanks, Andy. Great minds think alike.
As for you Thinking/Perceiving: the car behind me would have cost me $12.70. I'm all for a little goodwill, but come on! I was just having one latte. The people behind me could have opened their own coffee house with their order. It just didn't seem fair. Besides, they were driving a Hummer.

gravy boy:

This would be a better story if the drive thru was at a kentucky fried chicken and someone bought Ramsay a fucking bucket of extra crispy beaks and assholes and then he bought the next person in line a picnic bucket of mashed potatoes and gravy and so on and so on as each customer bought grosser and grosser stuff for the simp behind them....or maybe my dreams of a perfect world aren't shared by the masses......oh well.

Dan:

Driving through Pennsylvania? By any chance were you scouting
out restaurants in Philadelphia for next season of Kitchen
Nightmares?

baristabitch:

if you're going to knock it, at least get your damn drink right: "decaf venti non-fat two splenda latte." it's jerks like you that make my lousy job even more miserable

dudemar:

Woah, I had no idea this guy was some reality TV personality who got hired because he's an asshole. Makes sense now. By the way, Gordon, your show sucks and you are a tool.

dudemar:

What's worse, an "espresso sipping lawyer" or a shit-eating-splenda-latte drinking twink? I'll choose the former, because at least the espresso sipping lawyer isn't an asshole who decided to piss on something nice that people were doing for each other for no reason. Misplaced indignation truly makes you a rebel without a cause, and therefore, really "fucking" cool. It's truly bold, and absurd, to think that somehow you're better than the other people in that starbucks line.

Maybe next time you do it, you should take the muffler off your SUV, loosen the oil filter ever so slightly so that you're hosing a little bit of dirty oil on the ground, and spit in the face of the person at the drive through, that'll show those corporate fat cats (at the corporation you clearly like the products of that treats their employees and customers extremely well) and their stupid customers the true meaning of Christmas.