Hey there—
You found it. The official home of *The Worst Food Review Channel*. That’s right, I finally bought a domain name. It only took six years, a few thousand calories, and one very persuasive burrito.
This site is where the chaos continues. Over the coming months, it’ll start to evolve—slowly, like a pizza left out overnight. I’ll be posting blog entries from time to time: stories from the road, thoughts that don’t fit in a video, and maybe a few rants about why pickles should never be warm.
Why a blog? Because sometimes I have things to say that deserve more than a 60-second reel. Like how I once reviewed a gas station hot dog that tasted like regret and rubber bands. You know—normal stuff.
So bookmark this page, check back when the craving hits, and if you ever feel like your lunch is judging you… just remember: I’ve eaten worse.
Stay greasy (I mean, I will),
**Big Dave**
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