Accounting for taste

I rarely miss checking River City Rapids, a fine local blog, but I have to officially warn all readers that unlike his other writings, Snoopy's culinary recommendations are beyond suspect. First came a post calling Bottom's Up Richmond's "best pizza". Hey, that could be a simple matter of taste. I happen to like pizza that doesn't taste like a loaf of white bread soaked in ketchup, but de gustibus non est disputandum and all that.

I cannot, though, overlook the sad evidence of Snoop's recent post celebrating the fact that he lived through a meal at the New York Deli, rapturously recalling the taste of its sailor sandwich (to make one yourself, pig out at a barbecue competition, then vomit on a bun). What's worse, he posts a picture of this crime against nature, which I'm pretty sure was illegal in Virginia till a recent Supreme Court decision. Fucking activist judges.