they adore food and spend more time, money and effort than even you. they photograph it, write about it; for all i know, they perhaps take it home and adore it. their passion is loud, even sincere - everybody admiringly acknowledges their expertise and seeks their opinion.
except you, since they are clueless.
it sometimes MASSIVELY irritates, no? its like a tone deaf devotee of music whistling one maddening note incessantly.
how do you deal with it?