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?