I’m no Europhobe. I like Europeans and their food, wine, cities, money, women, towns, museums, money, architecture, castles and women. I especially like their money and women a la carte, as when they bring them to Aspen and leave them here.
But I discovered in Europe recently that these civilized people eat like barbarians. Let’s just call them barbarians at the ate.
It goes something like this:
“Poulet, si’l vous plait,” requests a restaurant patron. And in due course, chicken appears.
“Bon appetit,” advises the chicken-bringer to the chicken-eater.
That didn’t need to be said. The chicken-eater already has a very bon appetit, believe me. He nibbles, tastes, savors, licks, squeezes, admires and fondles the chicken. He inserts it into his mouth to scrape and scour it with his tongue, teeth, lips, sinuses, esophagus, tonsils and the upper part of his stomach. Then he pulls the remaining chicken bone from his mouth.
He does this over and over, till Continue reading