A local San Francisco restaurant specializing in bacon has been forced to close thanks to whining neighbors who don’t like the smell. The story has attracted national attention:

Closing Bacon Bacon, the Frederick Street eatery that serves … well … bacon has turned out to be a publicity bonanza. The delicious irony that neighbors are complaining that an all-bacon restaurant smells like bacon has been too much for news organizations to resist.

Last week, the sizzling controversy was on CNN, and this past weekend, it was featured in a joke – albeit a pretty weak one – on “Saturday Night Live.”

“I woke up my wife and said, ‘Hey, they’re talking about our block,’ ” said resident John Whelan. “It’s pretty amazing.”

Well,  I happen to like the smell of bacon.

What I don’t especially like are the smells of scented soaps and incense that are typically sold at stores in the sort of neighborhoods where the residents would be likely to complain about bacon.

Seriously, what the hell difference does it make what I like to smell?

This brings to mind an ancient saying.

De gustibus non est disputandem.”

De gustibus non est disputandum is a Latin maxim meaning “In matters of taste, there can be no disputes” (literally, “There is no disputing of tastes”).[1][2] Sometimes the phrase is expanded as De gustibus et coloribus… referring to tastes and colors.

The implication is that everyone’s personal preferences are merely subjective opinions that cannot be “right” or “wrong”, so they should never be argued about as if they were.

I totally agree that matters of taste should not be argued about or disputed.

But they are sure as hell being litigated.