
That, and their lists of what's hot are all based on which producers want to pony up a fee to be rated. Doesn't that rank up there with paying a matchbook-cover "publisher" to print your poetry in their next Annual Yearbook of Contemporary North American Rhyme?
So when I opened the paper this morning and read about this guy who decided to stick it to the editors and test their selection criteria for the Wine Spectator Award of Excellence with a totally fake restaurant, I snickered -- just a little bit. Excellence, indeed.
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