I miss diner breakfast so much I want to punch a wall. Thinking of it right now, I'm feeling deeply sorry for myself and I don't see that abating any time soon. Yes, I could leave my apartment and arrive at a diner within 90 seconds. I could sit down at the counter or sprawl in a booth and order breakfast and it would arrive swiftly and inevitably be everything I need it to be.
When I was nine, I was fortunate enough to take a school trip to France for a brief exchange program. The family I stayed with was a typical middle-class suburban family living just outside Paris, and they fundamentally changed the way I thought about food. First of all, they introduced me to Nutella, which had not yet hit the States, and let’s be clear, that was a game changer. I brought back four jars in my suitcase.
I once thought the best way to prove I was a food sophisticate was to prefer my oysters raw.