The only time Chantal tells the truth is when she prefaces a statement with "Let's face it." I recall two instances of this happening in recent memory: during her October McD's tour de force ("Let's face it, I pretty much like the whole McDonald's menu") and today ("Let's face it, I'm not gonna sit here and eat a bunch of fruit and vegetables"). From her 1982 Reitman's dress and feathered hair, to the glop all over her chin, to her scrambling for adjectives to describe some incredibly entry-level Indian grub, to daydreaming aloud about the vegetables she wishes she had, this was one of my favourites.
On a second viewing--you bet I did!--I think the moment this mukbang really went from silver to gold was when she was Chantalsplaining about the evils of preservatives, and spluttered, "I mean, I could have easily used some bottled butter chicken sauce...like THIS..." and held up a bottle of butter chicken sauce. One that she clearly spent money on. I knew right then and there that we would be in for a most exhilarating 2020, and we aren't even there yet. Carpe vinum, Kiwis!