Okay, so it's not quite a shock...

[lagilman]

You know which wines go best with which foods, and
you can make New York City's finest sommalier
feel like a kid at a keg party. You wanna take
that Emeril guy and beat him with a stick, but
really - you've got more class than that.
What people love: You know the best restaurants and
what their specialties are.
What people hate: Every waiter in town wants to
mangle your pretentious ass.


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Although if I change two answers I was torn on, I get:



You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every
book ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus been
nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their
grammar and insult their paperbacks.


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What, I can't be a food-and-language snob? Hrmmmpph.

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[quarkwiz.livejournal.com]

"Music provenu." (If I change a few answers, I turn into another food and wine snob.) "Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego, and you can most likely play an instrument or three. You're a real hit at parties, but you're SO above karaoke. What people love: You're instant entertainment. Unless you play the obo. What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than the radio and compare everything to a freaking song."

It's OBOE, dammit, and I happen to play it. Er, played it. OK, so I'm a lapsed oboist. But yeah, it's not exactly the kinda horn you'd pull out at a party.

And they misspelled 'sommelier' in one of the questions.