When we left Peter King last week, he had just discovered the pleasures of casual dining and wooden bars at rural Ohio eating establishments like Toone P. Wiggins, marveled at the panoply of luxury dog bakeries in his chic new Boston neighborhood, and challenged Starbucks to reach the lofty standards of latte-producing excellence demonstrated by the South End Buttery. Oh, and I think he talked about football for at least a paragraph. Solid.

What incredible examples of non-reporting and mindless self-indulgence will we find this week? Join me as we once again take a tour of Peter King’s toxic, vanilla-scented brainspew…

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