Food glorious food

Maison Prunier, the one in London and the one in Paris. Fouquets, the place mentioned in “Grand Illusion”, La Closerie de Lilas, Hemingway's Left Bank favorite, Le Petit Zinc, which my wife and daughter and I closed for good one mad cap memorable night. Such, such were the joys of our days in Europe before the dubious Euro zone decided to shutter the good life. I live in Vegas now. There are plenty of Michelin star restaurants here and I've been to most of them, including the marvelous Wing Lei in the Wynn. Still you have to agree with Bugs Bunny when he and Daffy Duck went to Las Vegas and Daffy enthused: “excitement, sex, adventure” and Bugs reminded him, “ also a hot spot for the elderly”. Yes, it's now 2 for 1's at the buffets and even Denny's (20% off after 4 pm). What can you do, that's what dining out is in America now. We have found a small French bistro but you have to look hard. I saw this week that Olive Garden and Red Lobster are experiencing big sales slumps. It's about time. Joe Queenan, the NY critic says that they are two of the most deadly places in American culture, along with “Cats”, “Phantom of the Opera” and “Walker Texas Ranger”. I would add Barbra Streisand to that list. C'est La Vie. Proust had his taste buds to jog his memory. I have my memories to jog my taste buds. Hemingway said that Paris was a moveable feast. C'est vrai, toujours vrai.