Around the time I went to college, however, self-awareness struck. I made a friend from San Francisco, who had eaten every burrito in the burrito-filled city to determine her favorite. I met people from the South who had eaten real barbecue, not just Chili’s Baby Back Ribs. Half of my classmates seemed to be from New York City and know everything about everything, including such important topics as bagels, pastrami, and lox. And what did I have? I had Disco fries, cargo shorts, and an Abercrombie hat with a distressed brim. I ditched them all.