THE WORST OF BOSTON FOOD WRITING

As those in the industry know all too well, these days, everybody’s a critic. Critics who are all too willing to tweet out to their “thousands and thousands” of followers how you committed the cardinal culinary sin of serving your gazpacho too cold. Or had the malicious negligence to not mention the lack of gluten-free vegan raw-diet options available at your rib shack. God forbid you have a jukebox.

That shit is so getting Yelped.

As wi-fi has helped bring the number of readily available omnivorous opinion into the upper stratosphere, so have the quality of comestible journalism plummeted somewhere far beneath the terroir—meals are divided into either ambrosia or poison, with no room in the middle to digest.

Boston Food Writers—check yourself, please.

We’ve assembled here some of the most grievous gastronomical offenses out there, from the most banal blogs to the most anal nitpicking—and, to be fair, we started with the morsel in our own eye, collecting some of our more unappetizing offerings from the archives. So pop on your clothespins and leave your loved ones a cocktail-napkin farewell … and abandon hope, all ye who entrée here.

Please note: all the following is sic, not to mention twisted.

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