pizza & beer

+jmj+

As wonderful and sophisticated and delicious as French food is, sometimes all an American wants is just some beer and pizza. Tonight was one of those nights. I don't feel guilty. I don't feel like I'm betraying French cuisine. But tonight was the perfect night for classic American college fare. We ordered pizza (Evreux has a Dominos!) and, as a compromise with our adopted country, we drank Burgundy instead of beer. But it was still fabulously American. It's little things, the little consolations like take-out pizza, that just fabulously remind me of where I get to come back to in a few months!

pax christi.