But I am a fan no longer. Pain Quotidien: You F'd up.
I was there with a friend last week, feeling very happy and slightly Euro as we chatted in the little garden of the branch on Lexington and 65th. The stoned waitress creeped me out a little bit--she brought us 2.5 glasses of water--but all was well, until...
Horror of horrors. I looked at the menu only to find that they listed the CALORIES next to every item. NOT OK. That is a decidedly un-French, un-Belgian, unaccetpable thing to do. Way to take ALL the pleasure out of eating. This is the antithesis of what "daily bread" is all about.
I understand why disgusting and sneaky calorie-cramming chains (McDonald's, Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts) are obligated to do this kind of thing. But Pain Quotidien? Pourquoi?!?!?!
So I protested loudly. I enjoy protesting loudly in the U.S. because it feels really good after expending all my energy trying to stay quiet while I'm abroad. A sampling of this week's proclamations:
--I DON'T WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY CALORIES ARE IN THIS! WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME?!!??!
--BOSTON IS THE STUPIDEST CITY EVER! IT'S UNLIVABLE!
--THE STATE OF AMERICA'S INFRASTRUCTURE IS DESPICABLE! THIS COUNTRY IS DOOMED!
But back to my point. America has an eating problem. Just eat, people. Don't eat too much. Don't eat things that contain crazy chemical ingredients you can't pronounce. Don't eat too many times per day. Everyone, CALM DOWN!
And please do NOT tell me how many calories I am about to consume unless you want a diatribe on the virtues of French food culture.
There, I feel a little better. I wonder what my friends are eating in Paris...