Wait, your real name isn’t Dummy Gladhands?
It is. The “71” is the fake part.

Barbeque restaurants are few in number, and fiercely debated online. “Restaurant A is the best!” no…“The New Restaurant B blows them away!”
I recently watched my fellow NextDoorians debate at length between three Mexicans restaurants with identical menus (and I’ve eaten at all three numerous times) about which was “more authentic” and better. Right, right… that place’s shrimp enchilada plate with rice & beans is WAY more authentic that the other place’s shrimp enchilada plate with rice & beans…

It was his contention that restaurants were like filling stations. One is just as good as another, and that if you have to travel an hour or more to get to one, the trip isn’t worth it.
This is the one that annoys me in our city Facebook. Someone will ask “where is a good place for this type of food?” We’ll get a number of suggestions, and one of them will invariably be “you have to go here!” where here is an hour or more through heavy traffic, or involves an excursion to some small town where the rednecks roam
One is definitely not as good as another. That’s where he goes off the rails with that concept.
I think a lot of it has to do with the circumstances. If you’re on a road trip, and you have the option of driving an hour further into the boonies for the best barbecue/catfish/enchiladas/chicken fried steak, versus eating at a place along your route, Mr. Greene is probably pretty accurate. You’re likely to get 90% of the quality for 10% of the hassle if you just stay on your route.
But if you’re in your hometown and your option is to eat at the place nearby that you know and love, versus trying the new place across town, there’s a certain value inherent to trying new places and doing that exploration that IMO trumps the likelihood that the new place isn’t that much better than your usual place. And even there, you have to have some awareness of where your local place stands in relation to its competitors. I mean, I know that our local Tex-Mex joint is very good as such places go, so I’m going to be a little bit skeptical of driving an hour to go eat Tex-Mex somewhere else. But my local pizza place is just a bog-standard red-sauce place that’s undistinguished even among its competitors, so I’m much more willing to go try fancy pizza elsewhere.
Nextdoor recently added a new feature, you can restrict people from seeing your comments. Nextdoor did not allow exemptions for moderators, which pretty much means that Nextdoor has become unmoderated.
If you thought it was bad before, you haven’t seen anything yet.

you can restrict people from seeing your comments.
?? You mean restrict everyone, or restrict people by name, or only moderators, or ?? I’m completely not understanding this.
I just checked, all I saw was the usual: anyone can see it, only people from your neighborhood and surrounding neighborhoods, or only your immediate neighborhood. Maybe it’s different where you live?
I’m sorry for being unclear, I had cat help while typing. Anyone by name, including moderators. And it is easy to get a list of your local mods so you know who to restrict.
This means the the local trouble makers can stop moderation from seeing what they are posting or acting on it.
I learned this when my BFF alerted me about a post asking “where’s all of the Pure Bloods”.
Just found it, and you are right, it does say “certain neighborhoods”
How to block chat messages
On Nextdoor, you can block neighbors from sending you chat messages. Neighbors who you block won’t be able to send you messages.
In a few areas, Nextdoor is testing an expanded block feature.
Blocking a neighbor prevents them from seeing what you share, finding your Nextdoor profile or interacting with you. It will also block you from viewing their posts, comments or messages. If you are connected, blocking will disconnect you from the neighbor. You can unblock the neighbor anytime from your privacy settings.
KEEP IN MIND
Blocking someone may not prevent all communications or interactions (i.e. in Groups or Business Pages.)

I learned this when my BFF alerted me about a post asking “where’s all of the Pure Bloods”.
Holy cow.
Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to bother with Nextdoor anymore. I’ve been a mod for over seven years because I liked the concept of an online bulletin board. If they are going to cripple moderation, why would I want to bother. I have a new needlepoint class starting next month, I know for sure that the class will be much more fun!

If they are going to cripple moderation, why would I want to bother.
I bet it doesn’t last once they realize they forgot to exclude mods from blocking.

I have a new needlepoint class starting next month, I know for sure that the class will be much more fun!
Have fun!

I bet it doesn’t last once they realize they forgot to exclude mods from blocking.
Maybe, especially since it is apparently some kind of pilot project. But I wouldn’t count on it, unless there is a noticeable drop in membership or participation in the places they try it out.
A different twist on a typical Nextdoor theme, from a (formerly) local group:
To the three boys that got into my car last night and trashed it, I hate to tell you that I have norovirus and got sick in that car 4 times yesterday. Enjoy your 24 hours of puking!

Around here we get a lot of confusion between the non-venomous king snake, and the venomous coral snake. Understandable since they do have similar color patterns. Just remember the ditty, red touches yellow, kills a fellow. Red touches black, friend of Jack.
Sorry for the delay, but (Wikipedia):
Experts now recognize that certain coloration patterns and common mnemonics—such as the phrase “Red against yellow, deadly fellow; red against black, friendly Jack,” which people sometimes use to distinguish between the venomous coral snake and the non-venomous milksnake—are not consistent enough to be trustworthy.
Not that I’d trust myself to remember the jingle correctly anyway. “Let’s see, red touches yellow, you’ve got juice there, fellow – that’s good, right?”
Over the weekend, I foolishly started following a Nextdoor discussion about book bans. Eventually I was moved to comment…now I’m in it up to my neck and starting to feel quite pissy about things. I hope someone else will chime in so I can drop it.
And with spring in full swing, all the snake posts are back. The “what kind of snake is this?” “Is it dangerous?” with an accompanying photo of a snake invading their yards kind of posts.
From the files of “If you’re a hammer, everything looks like a nail”, the fusillade of replies from ignoramuses of “It’s a Copperhead…kill it” regardless of the size, length, color, markings…hell, if it’s a length of old cord or rope.
Just post
Just go pick it up, you coward! If it’s harmless you can toss it in the neighbor’s yard. If it’s mightily poisonous you’ll be dead and it won’t matter to you any more.
Either way you’ll be fine.
The only thing to do with the stupidity of modern social media is a full frontal assault.
That’s the most perfect response, ever!
There was a guy that posted a while back claiming that the snake ID posts were traumatizing him, because he’s afraid of the pictures. Not just snakes, but he’s afraid of pictures of snakes. Several responses included people posting pictures of massive tangled piles of snakes.
Not surprisingly, people are still posting threads about snakes. With pics.

Over the weekend, I foolishly started following a Nextdoor discussion about book bans. Eventually I was moved to comment…now I’m in it up to my neck and starting to feel quite pissy about things. I hope someone else will chime in so I can drop it.
Yeah, someone on our NextDoor found a sphinx moth in their house, didn’t know what it was, and killed it.
My first husband has a snake phobia. His therapist had him go to Ft Worth’s herpetarium as a desensitization therapy.
When he started, he couldn’t even touch the door handles that were shaped like cobras.
It’s not uncommon for people with phobias to be triggered by photos
ETA: another example of how bad phobias can be. My great aunt had a bad snake phobia as well. My mom was showing an abalone necklace to my great aunt. Aunt Robbie asked what it was made out of, and mom replied “Snake” Aunt Robbie threw the necklace across the room