Fussy Eater Observer Prints

Picasso paints AND eats like a child!

"They must be grown-up ducks, because they're eating the crusts too."

"Tonight, perhaps Mrs. Lewis would prefer this quiet little table for two from which to send back her entrée?"

"Five hamburgers with buns, three hamburgers without buns and two buns, without hamburgers."

"They always throw us stale bread, so I've decided to bake my own, fresh break..."

"Sorry, dear... I don't have a pumpkin spiced flat white chai latte. I just have this one..."

'How is the water prepared?'

"This alphabet soup is in Times New Roman. I ordered Segoe Script! May I please speak to the chef?"

"If man is my best friend, why is he giving me this crap to eat?"

"More?"

"I mean, he does have a point."

"Michael, do your dinner."

"For regurgitated food, it's great, but the presentation..."

"Looks like we'll be eating leftovers for a month!"

"Eat those veggies or I'll change the wifi password."

"It's an ugly nose, but at least it gets rid of some broccoli."

'Could we send the broccoli to Haiti?'

'There is something wrong with the spinach. It tastes good.'

"How could they possibly know it's gluten-free, low gi. . . ?"

'Wait a minute! I want it stirred, not shaken!'

'Yeah, my mum never forces me to try something new, but then again, we always eat the same thing...'

"Do I have to eat the cherry?"

'for the record, it tasted like black licorice.'

'I don't really hate vegetables, but if I eat them, what's next...GIBLETS?'

'Ketchup? You know that's an insult to the chef, right?'

"Don't get me wrong, I like apples, but for some reason, that seems to be the only treat they ever give us..."

"Skunk! How is it?"

A single man can be seen through the front window of the "ME Only Restaurant".

"Ewww – Cabernet with tuna fish?"

"You're not being punished, Kenny...Salad is what we're having for dinner."

'Really, would it be asking too much for maybe a nice piece of cake?'

'Oh I can't stay here, i'm allergic to shell fish.'

'I love the simplicity of this place!'

"What do you mean, 'No hot pastrami'? What kind of heaven do you call this?"

"Please mum, please!"