In terms of contempt, Eater Vegas occupies a rung on our ladder of disrespect somewhere between climate change deniers and people who torture their pets in the name of entertainment.

You could even say the web site — driven exclusively by click bait, celebrity sightings and lame-ass, phoned-in infomercials for chefs and eateries — is beneath ridicule, since it never rises above the cut-and-paste-press-release form of food “journalism,” and overuses listicles (and attention-grabbing headlines like “awesome, “epic,” and “must read now”) so much that all adjectives are rendered meaningless.

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