Things I Hate

Those of you that were lucky enough to have Mr. Banker for Honors American Lit last year remember the end of the year speech. The speeches were our last assignment for the year, about 5 minutes worth of time to say anything you wanted to; to share, to explore, to ponder, to expose, to vent, etc.
Of course I chose to vent.
And of course, I talked about the things I hate.
This is a growing (and extensive) list of things that irk me, to things that I vehemently abhor. They ranged from body odor (seriously, CVS has deodorant for $5 a pop) to Jew jokes (though I find Asian jokes hilarious.)
But you know what I really hate?
Food élitists.

I don't hate them necessarily. I just highly dislike them, and occasionally want to punch them in the face when I meet an especially arrogant one.
Hear me out.
By "food élitist" I mean people that refuse to eat at diners, fast food joints, street carts, unlabeled hole-in-the-wall restaurants because it's not "good enough" for them.
These are not people that choose not to eat at these places due to "health concerns" and "lack of décor". These people are more concerned with the price of the menu.
What the hell?