How I despise the word 'tasty.' There's something so mincing and so pointless about it. People go on and on about the food they've prepared, which is already not exactly the most interesting thing in the world to talk about, and in the middle of this rapturous inventory of dishes they'll drop in 'tasty': "blah blah with a side of crisp blah, with a tasty blah sauce..." There is no reason, here, to assault me with this prissy word. From the general tone of the unpleasantly sensual menu description deliciousness is assumed, why else would such a breathless catalog of foods be offered? No one would swoon so over flavorless gruel. The adjective 'tasty' swoops in redundantly, attaching itself to one of the tiresome food nouns like some kind of faggy pilot fish.