If you love pig ears or gator schnitzel, you might be a fan of ‘dude food’

Can’t a man just eat a bacon chocolate bar in peace? Every relationship should be allowed to develop in its natural course, but those who would push for labels might ruin something special before it has even started.

Before I can fall in love with salmon collars or alligator schnitzel (two mentions of schnitzel on Fat City today has to earn us a Bloggie, right?), I must first contend with The Wall Street Journal’s categorization of the food served at two Los Angeles restaurants — Animal and Son of a Gun. Because, you see, these odd dishes have been labeled with the soul-crushing moniker of “dude food.”