Our neighbors Linda and Peter invited us to a paella dinner the other night. We accepted, but I was somewhat reluctant. You see, and this may surprise you, but I am a bit of a food snob. There is nothing worse than a bad paella, or worse yet, a wimpy paella.
"Hey, if you don't like it, don't eat it," my wife said, with a look of consternation. "No, I will go," I murmured, hoping for the best, and not wanting to be "that guy."
Thank you, thank you, thank you!