They Don’t Eat Bacon in France, Do They?

My darling wife S. and I have just returned from a delightful, but tiring  holiday in Europe which began with two days in Paris at our standby hotel, the Bristol.  There’s almost nothing one can say that’s bad about Le Hotel Bristol except that the prices are so high, one can get a nosebleed just walking in the lobby.  But I knew this before I got there. Also, let me say at the outset that I like french food, I like french wine, I like french women, I like french art.  Heck,  I’m pretty much an out and out francophile.  I’ve struggled with french irregular verbs without ever mastering them for years.  Even today, your average frenchman...

You Don’t Go to Cuba for the Food

It isn’t food.  I’ve now had three major meals here, not including breakfasts, which is, I realize, a small sample.  But never one to shy away from making premature judgements, I’m ready to judge.  I’m pretty sure they have no idea how to cook in Cuba.  Maybe it’s the commies, perhaps it’s  the years the rooskies were here, but either they never knew how to cook, or, if they did,  they’ve forgotten. Granted, we’ve been eating at all the high end places, such as they are.  These are the ones that get great ratings in TripAdvisor where people try to prove how smart they are about hotels and restaurants.  The odd thing is all of the restaurants look great.  They...