Tuesday, November 3, 2009

DÉJEUNER

Two hours to eat lunch in France? Are you fucking with me? Who is fucking with me?

That's incredible. That's my kinda pace. I never once felt rushed while eating in France, at both restaurants and friends' homes. Those of you who grumble mutter when dining with me 'cause I take fucking fore-e-e-v-e-e-r to eat a-a-anythi-i-i-ing*, consider it my gastronomic ballad to the French. They do it right.


* I can make a Kit-Kat last a month.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I gave you a bag (A BAG!!) of candy on October 4th and it is yet to be opened.

Hurry up! I have things to do other than eat. Things I prefer.