The celebrity food world has truly hit its pinnacle when a whole episode of “The Simpsons” is dedicated to parodying foodies and chefs. Luckily for the audience, the likes of Tony Bourdain, Mario Batali and even Tom Colicchio all made cameos poking fun at the industry and themselves.

From degenerates in the back hustling up 50 ticket orders for a laughable wage to what is now equivalent to super stardom, this episode made me realize how far the industry has come. Granted, the aforementioned names are all credible and reputable veterans, but it sucks to know that chefs are now household names in what used to be sort of a secret society of taste makers and people in the “industry.”

It becomes less and less intriguing when my fuckhead of a neighbor who never gave a shit about the restaurant industry is asking me if I’ve read “Kitchen Confidential.”

“The Simpsons” did an awesome job ripping on the foodies. These are the pussies who don’t want to work in the kitchen, but take all the credit in pretending they know food. I’m sure that chip on their shoulder is some kind of chip that you can only find in the Amazon woods that needs to be heated to an exact 423 Kelvin–with the tears of little white children cooked in a banana leaf.

Guess what? It’s already been done. Way before you.

Wilco reminds of the do-goodin’ neighbor who’s constantly throwing a bake-sale profiting some horrifying natural disaster or caroling a twee politically correct non-denominational cross-gender tune under random windows. Wilco–like the iconic nice neighbor–is theoretically perfect, and, at times, practically invisible.

Their latest dose of feel-good, vaguely frumpy community service comes in the form of a partnership with Farmer Foodshare, a non-profit that benefits local farmers and the hungry.

Why do the good guys get the cultural shaft? Check out their interview over at Epi-Log. Oh, and their (vaguely bad boy) video from the new album, Whole Love, that, finally, at long last, embraces not just the sweet, tear-jerking poetry in life, but also the deepest ruts in the dirtiest skids.

Did real beer even exist in the ’90s? Eh, not if you judged by the suds on tap at most bars. But a movement was brewing.

Dogfish Head Brewery got going in 1995–the incorrigibly zany brewers throw chicory, pumpkins, honey, oddball roots and all kinds of other non-kosher flavor enhancers into their mix, instead of classic beer-makin’ grains used for hundreds of years.

Flash forward 16 years, and Dogfish is one of the most respected–if still staunchly quirky–hops joints around. They’re celebrating their good fortune with Faithfull Ale, crafted to celebrate Pearl Jam’s 20th anniversary as a band and its iconic album “Ten.” The ale is hopped to 20 IBU’s and is fruit-forward, boiled in currants!

“To me, Ten is the perfect example of a record-lover’s-record. The whole thing rocks,” Dogfish Head President and Founder Sam Calagione, said, rather redundantly, in a released statement. “As an off-centered brewery, we believe in celebrating the breadth of our whole portfolio and we feel an affinity for Pearl Jam a long-player band in a singles-obsessed world.”

Cheers to that.

The culminating interview that breaks down the meta-cultural imprint elBulli seared into our culinary soul (with magical, blazing hot Parmesan air, no doubt), has finally arrived.

We can all take a deep breath, because after every single major critic issued a 50-page thesis in the subdivision of food writing titled “My Fancy Meal at elBulli Was Awesome, In Large Part Because I Have a Giant Petty Cash Account,” the restaurant couldn’t be officially shut down until one last VIP weighed in.

Eva Longoria finally stepped up to the plate on a recent “Jimmy Kimmel Live.”

Check out her critical insights in the video below, including, but not limited to, her timeless observation that “they really do crazy stuff!”

Jonathan Gold couldn’t have said it better.

The Jonas Brothers are a slice of America–totally inexplicable, vaguely gross and often beautiful.

The twee trinity grew up on food stamps, and now live on a golden throne. The middle boy, Joe, is even managing to groom himself into a hipster media commodity. Who woulda thunk the cheese-tastic Disney-starring, Taylor Swift-dumping FM-lite power boy would be capable of graduating to the louche black-clad corridors of the Hollywood elite?

How has he managed to conjure up this magical transformation? Why, by becoming a foodie! According to the New York Times, the “sultry one” with “a sharper edge, an independent point of view, sophisticated tastes” may even start a food blog.

“I don’t really get star-struck ever, but when it comes to chefs, I will sometimes get nervous,” he said.

For more on celebrity-foodie culture, Rick Field told us about the importance of being earnest.

Middle-school bullies, despite what your mother said, were probably onto something after all–a hint of snark mixed with a pat on the back goes a long way. That’s the formula the invariably sunny Chef Thomas Keller has used to inspire the drooling devotion of foodies everywhere.

How does he fail to invoke the ire, malice or palpable hatred of any of his compatriots, fellow foodies or abandoned underlings? It’s a mystery as deep and impenetrable as the sphinx or the Kardashian’s impervious empire. It doesn’t make sense at all, while totally making 200 percent sense.

Celebrate the inherent mind warp with “Uncorked,” a KCET documentary that sets out to understand the impossible. Adding to the outre, snoozy excitement, it’s set to a lazy elevator beat that seems like something the former President Clinton would enjoy kicking back to while not inhaling.

If it’s not airing near you anytime soon, check out this clip of Keller glad-handing the world with TEDx.

The NYC Food Film Festival is devoted to exploring what we see, smell, hear and taste. Festival-goers will be able to explore 25 foodie films, plus sample snacks from Food Network all-stars like Amanda Freitag and Brad Farmerie.

There will also be an event called the Tribeca Taco Takedown, which may cause the entire festival to implode in giant deep-fried trendlet, or it may launch it into an all new Sriracha-hot apex of awesomeness.

Judging from a snippet of Hilah Johnson taking tortillas to task in a skimpy outfit on the festival’s website, this ain’t your standard Rachael Ray “Yum-O” recycled fare. Buy tickets here.