A quick review of last night’s “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” coming up just as soon as my mouth smells like rotten trout milk…

Cops allegedly love doughnuts, so it’s perhaps appropriate that so far, “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” has been the quintessential example of a doughnut show: delicious and chewy on the perimeter, and offering nothing in the middle.

Gave it a chance last night (under the mistaken impression that Patton Oswalt would be a guest) after skipping several episodes. Going back to skipping now, as I find Peralta so off-putting.