Welcome to the Chaos, Carb-Lovers 🍕🔥

Hi. I’m April. And if you’ve ever eaten gas station taquitos with one hand while flipping off your GPS with the other, congrats—you’re in the right place.

I’m a food-obsessed, slightly unhinged internet auntie with Italian-Mexican roots, raised on California sunshine but now surviving the emotional hunger games of small-town Nebraska. You think you know drama? Try navigating PTA beef while your husband’s off doing Search & Rescue and your kid’s baseball team thinks Gatorade is a food group.

Here, I serve up raw, hilarious, emotionally unstable reviews of everything from bougie food trucks to questionable gas station burritos, because flavor has no zip code. I’ve eaten sushi in a bowling alley and cried over a vending machine cupcake. Nothing’s safe, and everything’s sacred.

You’ll find:

• Reviews that are brutally honest (if your burger tastes like a gym sock, I’ll say so)

• Deep dives into small-town food scenes and their messy, delicious secrets

• Wild storytelling with some food trauma bonding sprinkled in

• Shout-outs to real ones like Fat Boy Seasoning (yes, it slaps and yes, I’m an affiliate)

• Rants, recipes, raves, and the occasional emotional spiral because I’m trying, ok?

If you’re looking for aesthetic neutrality, calorie counting, or a delicate discussion on mouthfeel—eat a dick. If you want laughter, flavor explosions, and the kind of chaotic love that only a hangry, overcaffeinated mom can deliver? Pull up a chair.

This isn’t a food blog. It’s a food gospel with a side of cheese curds.

Welcome to Eats With April™. Eat well. Cry often. Never trust dry brisket.