wine snobs

I admit I can be a bit of a food snob sometimes. Not too much, because I’m too cheap to eat at fancy restaurants, and because when I’m lazy it’s easier to pop some pizza rolls in the oven. But I’m from New Orleans, and that means loving good food. And loving good food means you have to hate the bad stuff. But there’s one area of snobbery I simply condemn outright. And that, my friends, is wine snobbery. I dislike alcohol snobbery in general, but some types I can at least sympathize with. I totally understand not liking cheap American beer—I find most of it drinkable, but some is just disgusting.* But I’m hardly a beer snob—I usually just stick with something from Abita since drinking it makes me feel like a good New Orleanian. And the high-end beer snobs are really just as bad as the wine snobs. And maybe connoisseurs of scotch or brandy or whatever notice a difference among various brands, but I’m not much of a hard liquor kind of guy, except for vodka, and if you think it makes a difference what kind of vodka you drink, you’re a moron.**