The trouble with loving something is you always want it to be better. Think: your kids or your favorite sports team. Or think your favorite cuisine (well, one of them at least) in the whole world.
The trouble with knowing a lot about something is you have little tolerance for imperfections. Think: mathematics or cooking.
The trouble with having eaten your way around N’Awlins multiple times over forty years, watching Justin Wilson like a hawk, and cooking your way through Paul Prudhomme cookbooks is, you lose patience quickly with a fraud like the Cravin’ Cajun.