No one thinks they have bad taste in anything. People with gaudy McMansions with a shitload of gold, marble and inappropriate colums and shitty art they buy at The Marriot art expo think they are cool. Dudes who have tricked out Hummers with five extra bumpers and a decal on the windshield of Calvin pissing on something think everyone is jealous. The same goes for people’s palates. And no, I’m not talking a matter of personal preferances, I’m talking about quality. Just because something satiates your thirst or hunger, doesn’t mean it’s quality. I had this old co-worker who found out I was into beers and said, “I love good beer! Corona is my favorite!” Since I was friends with her, I proceeded to school her after I made fun of her.

We had this guy come into The Restaurant, saw our little craft beer list and asked the server if we had “anything good… like Stella.” The server came into the kitchen and asked us and I started ranting about how Stella is the Budweiser of Europe and how shitty it is and how dumb the guy was for calling it good compared to the beers we carry and if that’s the kind of palate he has then he should go eat at the Olive Garden. So Chef went out to the table and told the guy pretty much what I was screaming about for five minutes. I don’t know why Stella is the best selling beer in NYC bars.

Yeah, I’m a fucking food and beverage snob. It’s like I’m getting hot sex and you’re humping the couch cushion during a Real World marathon.

ChewFood tip #1: Good beer doesn’t need to whore itself out.