Chowhounds know where the good stuff is, and they never settle for less than optimal deliciousness, whether dining in splanky splendor or grabbing a quick slice of pizza. They are the one in ten who live to eat.

We're not talking about foodies. Foodies eat where they're told; they eagerly follow trends and rarely go where Zagat hasn't gone before. Chowhounds, on the other hand, blaze trails, combing gleefully through neighborhoods for hidden culinary treasure.

That's the opening for link.
No foodie I ... a real chowhound!!!!

AnnaS : from your super dooper links I'd say you qualify as a Chowhound, too!
I've found that - *sometimes* - when a place is "discovered" the food deteriorates .... partly because the place is not used to serving that many customers.
Those amazing ones that cope and flourish - *sometimes* - become so crowded, snooty and expensive I can no longer afford to go!

Anytime you run across a great Chow Palace, Bets, do let me know!