Bad food writing

I love hawker centers. I love the how they lack pretension. Some of my best memories of Singapore are sitting in 40 degree weather, drinking beer, reeking of smoke because we sat too near the satay stand, our lips bright and oily. When I took Justin to Ghim Moh Market in Singapore, he was shocked at the grit and squalor. He was also shocked at how I didn't care about it--even though I'm a neat freak in Ithaca and have to have all my books in order and my shelves regularly dusted. It's funny. I've never seen Ghim Moh as dirty, I'm just used to it. I don't even think about it. It's one of those double standards that if you can't navigate, you end up an obnoxious snob. Shame on ChubbyHubby.net for having such a stupid and ridiculous review of hawker center prawn mee. He doesn't realize how embarrassing it is to try to describe hawker food like French cuisine, and neither does he realize how statements like

She’s more the turned-out-without-a-hair-out-of-place sort than the let’s-sit-around-in-singlets-and-shorts-that-are-way-too-small-for-me-do-you-like-my-tan type. Which is fine with me. Our little nation could do with more of the former and few less of the latter.

are utterly repulsive. I'm afraid elitism is just not classy. I forgot how obnoxious people could sound, when they can afford to sound like that. And if I put my moral repugnance aside, and take a more dispassionate stance, well, it's simply bad food reviewing.