What is with food in Halifax? It seems like every time I eat out, a few hours later I'm crouched over a toilet wondering what in the name of God is trying to make its way out of my ass! Don't you asshats realize that the food you are preparing is for real human consumption!? It was just an innocent avocado turkey burger to go along with my beer, and I could of sworn the fuckin' bird had come back from the dead at three in the morning, making my poor bowels plead for mercy. Please, Halifax restaurants, COOK YOUR FUCKIN' FOOD PROPERLY as this paranoia about eating anything other than food of my own kitchen has made me slightly eating disordered... and sad. —No, I Don't Want the Shits With That, Thanks