Another day, another list. Yesterday the good folks at San Pellegrino released their annual World's 50 Best Restaurants, a sort of Rough Guide for gastronomes with fat wallets and abundant frequent flyer miles. Sponsored by the sparkling water company, the list was decided by a panel of 800-plus judges comprised of food writers, critics and chefs from around the world. The judges were big fans of Spain, whose six restaurants on the list included Ferran Adria's El Bulli (coming in at No. 1 for the fourth year in a row). France also got some love with eight restaurants, and the U.S. did pretty well for itself with seven eateries including new-to-the-list Momofuku Ssam Bar at 31 and Alinea, whose Grant Achatz rose 26 places from 2007 to a No. 10 ranking this year.
The whole thing makes us quite hungry and curious about why lists like these hold such compulsive appeal. Most of us won't be boarding a plane for, say, Sweden to dine at Oaxen Skaergaardskrog anytime soon, yet many of us crave this info like we do a bag of M&Ms during our 3 p.m. sugar crash.
Lists: Love 'em or leave 'em?














