To be honest, it really wasn’t until I was in college that I truly was able to experience just what NYC offered in the lines of ethnic foods.
Maybe that’s why I’ve become such a food snob. While I realize it is wrong to speak ill of the dead, my mother was just plain lousy when it came to anything worthwhile from the kitchen. I was forced to learn how to cook in order to have anything to eat that had any taste once my grandmother moved to Florida. Some of my favorite recipes are not from my mother, but my own recreations of my grandmother’s best dishes.
i can’t be a food snob, because i realize so much of how someone looks at food and what tastes good to them is a function of how they were raised and what they have been exposed to. i can’t say what should or shouldn’t be the BEST of anything because it all comes down to taste and so to be a snob is to somehow exalt your own tastes over those of others.