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.
Can professional food writers disagree? You bet your sweet bippy they can. But on the whole, those arguments are usually of the “how-many-angels-can-dance-on-the-head-of-a-pin” variety.