I remember my first freedom kiss
Those snooty French may hate us uncouth and vulgar Americans, but freedom fries sure taste sweet. Using the bully vs. weird feminine kid analogy, we can infer that we could one-up them in most brute categories (economic prowess, political prowess, athletic prowess, general awesomeness), but their hold on culture, class and style leave them justifiably condescending towards les glorieux Etats-Unis. And the charming French presence in Philly provides the ideal setting for feeling sophisticated, refined and just a little unworthy. While la cuisine fran?ais that one finds here may only be French-inspired, it's still inspired by some of what is boasted to be the world's best. Better yet, those mysterious French women have gone and schooled obese America by eating fatty and staying thin. France, we are in awe of your wily powers and repulsed by your arrogance. Bon appetit.
