French Insults

A sober diary and a recipe for a Sort-of Sausage and Pancetta Ragu

If I wished to insult the French, I could not have done better – burgers for my first two days. The first at Disneyland Paris, in the magnificent Golden Nugget, disappointing only because the shows that played its boards before the pandemic are no more. “Le covid,” said the waitress, her garb of an Old West saloon, face noble and sad. 

Chemical cheese

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