In the past, I have had strong food opinions. In fact, I now write a weekly newsletter on the side that has original news/commentary AND a recipe of the week. RedState is no stranger to my opinions, as I maintain the fact that Donald Trump eats his steaks well done with ketchup makes him ineligible to be president.
However, an argument between a couple of friends on Facebook today reminded me of my most important food opinion.
I’ve known both of the guys since college, and I worked with one at a small community paper in South Louisiana several years back. We would go to this Tex-Mex place down the road from the paper that sold arguably the best hamburger I’ve ever eaten. He would consistently order his without pickles, though. I questioned him on it one day, and his response was “I don’t like pickles. They’re just wrong.”
He defended the choice, which I can respect, but…
