When Snobbery Goes Wrong.

23 Feb

I think I’m ready to make an admission about myself. *sigh* I didn’t want to admit it. I’ve been called some variation of this word my whole life for a variety of reasons. Most reasons held no credence so both the source and the observation were rightfully dismissed. Until last night. *sigh*

I’m a snob. And a judgmental snob at that.

Look at me looking all fine and awesome.

Look at me looking all fine and awesome.

To be fair though I don’t judge people. Just food, places and things. I hold my pinky out when I’m drinking tea or coffee (I promise it’s instinctive and I was born prissy so don’t ask me why). I put my knees together (not crossed) and tilt slightly to my left when I’m sitting in the front row (just like my eighth grade teacher Ms. Pye taught me). I refuse to stay at a hotel that has less than 3 stars because they use cheap cotton, cheap soap and rarely have a good bar in the hotel (my preference is 4 or 5 stars though). And if you order  your steak or burger cooked anything higher than medium I am likely to smack you from across the other side of the table.

I would say that the above doesn’t actually classify me as being snob. I just like the finer things in life. Thanks to my mother and all the generous well cultured suitors of my past I’m all champagne taste (but with beer money.) But with the likes of Groupon and Living Social I’m still Living La Vida Loca and balling on a budget. So while I can’t afford the lifestyle I want to live I still get to indulge in expensive entertainment, food and accommodations for less than market value. SCORE!

So is this a question of high standards or snobbery?

Well, you be the judge. My good friend was gracious enough to extend me an invitation to a wine tasting the other day. She’s all hurry up and give me a response because I don’t have time for your hemming and  hawing (my words not hers..lol). Tickets are $25 and I need to buy it now. So of course I automatically think oh this must be some Groupon deal. I don’t even ask any questions. “Count me in!”. Now in my mind I’m automatically thinking sexy downtown bar, sexy professional men, and sexy dress. I already had my outfit picked out and everything. $25 for wine and food. YES! My kind of night.

However, as the day of the event arrives I realize I have NO idea where I’m going because I asked her for nary a detail. I shot her a text, “Where is this place?” She gives me the address and I freeze. Is she fo serious??? This place ain’t in downtown. It’s not even on the northside of Chicago. This is like borderline hood. It’s one of those renaissance type neighborhoods that’s up and coming but not 100% up yet. I contemplate backing out but that’s wack and she already bought my ticket. “She responds its a guestaurant.” A what? She forwards me a link. In my mind I imagine she was thinking this snobby B*tch. LOL. I peruse the Facebook page and I’m pleasantly surprised. But still, I’m a little unsure of what I’m getting into. So I downgrade my sexy freakum girl dress to fitted jeans, cute blouse and heels and decide to give it a chance. And I’m SO GLAD I DID.

Me and my gorgeous friend Tea!

Me and my gorgeous friend Tea!

We arrive at the house and it’s nothing short of beautiful, classy and timeless. It almost reminds me of what homes looked like during the Harlem Renaissance. As I walk up the stars this sweet uniformed older lady comes out and offers me a smile and a parking permit for my car. (The street was permit parking only. Talk about CUSTOMER service!). Once we entered you could see people had already arrived and were sitting by the FIREPLACE (in the Chicago winter..YES) drinking their choice of white or red wine with cheese, crackers and olives. The fancy-smancy kind, not the ritz and cheese wiz kind. Artwork adorned the walls and beautiful tapestry hung from the windows. And what ever was coming from the kitchen was calling my name.

Eventually we were all given wine glasses and the master Chef appeared for our lesson on Cabernet Savingnon and proper pairing. Now, I’m nothing close to a Sommelier but I do consume quite a bit of wine so I never considered myself a novice either. CHILE PLEASE. After the Chef broke down the tears of a wine (yes, tears) how growing climate effects the alcohol content of wine (important detail for those of us that like to indulge in libations) and even proper aeration for white and reds I felt like I had been drinking wine out of a box all these years. AND THE FOOD. Sweet Mother of Christ. Chorizo marinated in red wine, open face lamb burgers, Coq Au Vin, truffles AND red wine sorbet. It was sweet food porn for the soul. And I am officially hooked.

Open Mind: 1 Snobbery: 0

Seriously, I had the BEST time, had the BEST food and learned a valuable lesson. I need to approach life just like I approach people. NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT’S COVER. I can only imagine how many wonderful opportunities I missed out on by turning my nose up to an invitation that could have broadened my clearly narrow horizons. Not to say that every invite will hit it out the park like this, but how will I know if I never give it a chance. At the least, do some research and ask some questions before saying no.

Lesson: Have standards not judgments!

Humbly Yours,

The Mistress of All Things Fabulous


Urban Fusion Cuisine

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Chef Samuel Marshall

The Chef is the nice looking gentleman in the chef jacket..lol

The Chef is the nice looking gentleman in the chef jacket..lol


4 Responses to “When Snobbery Goes Wrong.”

  1. Chacolit1 February 23, 2013 at 5:05 pm #

    Ure blogs are a great read!!!! This one had me choking from laughter!!!! I am so glad ure open to experiences…..

    • TheHittList February 23, 2013 at 5:06 pm #

      Thanks man! I would have been mad had I missed this experience! I don’t think I’m close minded..but there is ALWAYS room for growth! NOW bring on the wine! LOL

      • Chacolit1 February 24, 2013 at 2:47 pm #

        LOL! Next tag in a blog mention I’m single….. lol!!!

  2. Yetta Betta February 23, 2013 at 10:27 pm #

    I just wanna say you could have cropped me out of this pic for your blog, geesh, lol

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