San Francisco: Smug factor
In a city where the average preschooler can ID six varietals of peaches, world weariness sets in prior to puberty. Then come
menus saddled with more descriptors than The Origin of Species (“oven-roasted, saba-marinated James Ranch lamb loin with organic Chino Ranch Green Tiger tomatoes”) and waiters nervy enough
to correct your pronunciation of guanciale (pictured). All right already! You know it means pork-jowl bacon; you’ve been sight-reading the word since the second grade.