This says it all for me. A classy yet smart-ass way to deal with some wanna-be food critic Yelper who probably wouldn’t know a good meatball sandwich if it kicked him in the nuts. And before anyone jumps down my throat for being a wanna-be beer critic, let me remind you that I’ve never claimed to be anything but a guy who loves beer. Years of trying hundreds of craft brews as well as hanging out with home brewers and picking the brains of brew-masters at my favorite brew pubs has given me, I think, a pretty good ability to observe and report when it comes to liquid bread. But in-case you haven’t taken note, I never write about a beer I hate.
It’s not that I never try a bad beer, or more accurately, a beer that I think is bad. I just don’t tell ya’ll about them. My goal is not to insult anyone’s taste or product. I hope you try every beer that I write about. Even the ones that I classify as “not for me” are beers who’s qualities I hope to describe well enough that you can tell if they might be for you. Who am I to say that a beer sucks. I’m just a guy who loves beer.
Now that I’ve said all of that, I’ll be honest, I do use Yelp. It’s one of the fastest, easiest ways to locate just the kind of food you’re looking for. I also use it to find brew pubs when I’m in an unfamiliar town. But I pay very little attention to the reviews. It seems to me they are written by a bunch of amateur foodies trying to impress each-other. I’ve seen some very unfavorable reviews for places that I and many others think are fantastic. Maybe the best thing to do is ignore the reviews and go try the food for yourself. If you have a bad meal, chalk it up to experience and good times. And remember too, that even a great establishment can have an off night. Serving the public is tough.