When I visited Paris, my girlfriend spent the whole flight chattering about Coquilles St. Jacques and goat-cheese tarts and escargot. Except to annoy her by interjecting "You mean snails?" every time she mentioned the escargot, I mostly kept quiet. My first meal was going to be at the McDonald's on the Champs-Elysees, where I wanted to check out a report that Le Big Mac was stuffed with foie gras. (It wasn't. Damn Internet.) I like gourmet food, but nothing beats eating a cow. At heart, I'm a bu...
When I visited Paris, my girlfriend spent the whole flight chattering about Coquilles St. Jacques and goat-cheese tarts and escargot. Except to annoy her by interjecting "You mean snails?" every time she mentioned the escargot, I mostly kept quiet. My first meal was going to be at the McDonald's on the Champs-Elysees, where I wanted to check out a report that Le Big Mac was stuffed with foie gras. (It wasn't. Damn Internet.) I like gourmet food, but nothing beats eating a cow. At heart, I'm a bu...
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