Well, about some things anyway.

I overheard a colleague talking about a new, local eatery planning some sort of pulled-pork extravaganza.

And it was all I could do to avoid snorting. Still, down deep inside, I scoffed.

You see, for six years I lived in Memphis, Tennessee. Memphis is the pulled-pork capital of the free world.

Trust me. I know the difference between adequate and life-changing pig meat.

Sure, that was a long time ago. And I no longer eat pork.

That, however, doesn't mean I intend to turn in my card as a barbecue snob.

Perhaps the local version will be mind-blowing. And I suppose it's unfair to judge it without actually tasting it.

But dig it: Here's me being unimpressed with it in advance.

And how about you? About what are you a snob because your travels afforded you insight and expertise unknown to other mortals?

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