The limit does not exist.
Nowadays everyone must love (or at least pretend to love) pleasures that were supposedly once disdained or taken for granted: dive bars, street food, trashy films. But knowing, sophisticated attempts to replicate those things often traffic in their own kind of snobbery, confusing condescension with authenticity.
A. O. Scott, “Someone Done Her Wrong. Horrible Mistake.” in the New York Times. See also “The Strange Ascent of ‘Strained Pulp.’”
Food for thought.