During my three years in Paris I've studied the locals up close like a science project. They're funny ones, the Frenchies. They rarely notice when their dogs drop a hot load on the sidewalk - best to leave that for someone else. They can be seen in summer, sporting woolen scarves like nooses, as if fearing a polar breeze. Strangest of all, they eat finger-foods with knife and fork. I've seen them carve up a burger, fork pieces of sandwich into their mouths and even attack a pizza with cutlery! So, when my Al Taglio pizza arrived pre-chopped, sans silverware, I got out my notepad and pencil. Time for some Frenchie-watching! They struggled mightily when the pizza arrived. They looked around, confused. Slowly, after accepting the lack of silverware, they reluctantly picked up their pizza shards. I wanted to give em a hug and tell em everything would be alright, but feared the pizza grease I might get on my back.
