Ever Had the World’s Best Anything?

If you’ve seen the film Elf, great. If you’ve not, keep reading anyway.

This recent Christmas classic leaves me with two provoking thoughts:

  1. How are candy corns one of the four main food groups (alongside candy, candy canes, and syrup)? The season is wrong (Halloween), they’re awful, and they’re no good.
  2. Have I ever had the World’s Best Anything?

For the latter, there’s a scene when Buddy the Elf runs by a New York coffeeshop proclaiming to have the ‘World’s Best Cup of Coffee.” I won’t spoil the movie’s most crucial twist, but suffice it to say: it’s not the World’s Best. Not even close.


Image courtesy of New Line Cinema

Then again, how would I know?

The closest I might have gotten would be a rack of lamb back in Iceland at Kaffi Duus. Or (heh) coffee from Camano Island Coffee Roasters. Or bulgogi that my foreign exchange Korean roommate once whipped up. All great things, sure.

But I don’t suppose I’ve had the World’s Best anything, and I’d venture to say you haven’t either.

Or have you?


Name Change

Call it a risk, hedge, optimistic view of the future, whatever — I’ve tacked my name onto good ol’ Writing All Wrong. You can now reach this wretched hive of scum at HunterHansen.net


I hope to bring The Last Travels of Sir Michael Zazu to light, and I figure I’ll need some sort of web destination to match up to Google searches for “hunter hansen author sucks” when it comes time.

Speaking of Google searches, I had this gem come up when doing research on stabbing. No, really.

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