Every food critic is shocked, shocked!, to discover that a bunch of out-of-town restaurant reviewers disagree with their own taste. The Chron's Michael Bauer does not understand why the Michelin did not reprint his top 100 list in extenso, and goes looking for clues. He finds typos here and there, which means the whole book just cannot be trusted.
SF Weekly reviewer Robert Lauriston, wearing his chowhound hat, is convinced that it is a French conspiracy: even the Italian restaurants on the list are really French. The Michelin crew is just a bunch of chauvinistic pigs, since everyone know the best food is really Italian, and Incanto and Oliveto should be included. And that the truth, because French straw is only in the other person’s eye, and what Italian beam you talkin' about?
*post title by Gothamist Jen