I never got the beer snob thing. I like my beer cold and plentiful, my whiskey a single malt and neat. I like my women brunette, petite and sans bolt-ons. I like my transportation to be a pickup. My wings hot and un-breaded. I take my steaks rare, my ribs smoked, and my chicken with BBQ sauce caramelized onto it. That said, if presented with things otherwise than my preference I find the good in the variety. I swear some of you lose all joy in a thing if it does not meet the criteria you lay down, more often than not, to posture in front of others who don't respect their own opinions, more less yours.
There is nothing wrong with a Nestlé's Tollhouse cookie, a Hershey's bar, or a cold PBR. Mary Ann was hot. Fireworks on the 4th of July are sweet. You gourmet, designer, hypercritics are a group I will ever understand.