Let us all bask in … Terrible nachos
I appreciate a good tray of nachos, but I can take that one step further: I enjoy a bad tray of nachos too. There’s an old axiom about bad pizza still being better than sex (or something like that anyway), and though that is of course ridiculous, the point remains: I enjoy nachos regardless of how terrible they are.
Georgia Tech had the worst stadium nachos I’ve ever encountered. That’s sort of charming, actually, since they stand out in my memory for something (being horrendous).
I enjoyed them anyway.
So I salute you, terrible nachos. You may be laughably bad at what you’re trying to accomplish (delighting my taste buds whilst clogging my arteries), but in the end, you’re still nachos. And that’s what counts.