August 12, 2026
It was 2026 and The Kansas Gastronomist walked into the room and sat his butt down in a cushy chair surrounded by cameras.
There was disturbing, eerie music on blast in the background. Predominately stringed instrumental music like the cello and violin and stuff.
As the music continued, TKG looked at one camera and pointed at it, then he did his practiced confused look and moved his gaze to a different camera to his right.
Just as he had rehearsed more than fourteen times in the last hour.
“Yeah. That was a crazy day unlike anything anyone has ever done. I went into the restaurant and ordered food, ate it and then paid for it. And then… dammit!” TKG was now off script. “Dammit, Doug!! You’re using the wrong camera!!!” TKG screamed.
Doug actually felt bad. He knew how important it was that TKG make this dumb reel for all the Gastrofreaks. After all, TKG was all about the trends.
