I’ve called my friend Fred Gion this blog’s Paris bureau chief long before the blog was at TAC. Fred and I have been e-mail friends since my National Review days, and finally met in Paris in 2006, when I was traveling through back from a conference in the Middle East. He took me for cassoulet at a restaurant, sadly no longer with us, called La Table du Perigord. It was simple country food, and it was one of the most memorable meals of my life. For dessert, we had Armagnac-soaked prunes over vanilla ice cream, and I thought I was in paradise.
Fred loves America and Americans, and has been a good friend to me. Tonight he came over and had dinner with us, and met my family. Julie said after he left, “He’s even better than I imagined.” Sooner or later, we have to get this guy to Louisiana. He told me that he’s watched every episode of “Honey Boo Boo Child,” and admires the fact that whatever else you might say about those people, at least they love life, and aren’t sitting around rich and miserable. Point taken. On a more elevated plane, Fred told a great story about visiting the home of Gen. de Gaulle in Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises, and we all reflected on what that great man did for his country.
For dessert, by the way, we had the Armagnac and prune ice cream for Berthillon, as well as a scoop of the salt butter caramel ice cream from the same geniuses. May the good God bless the cows who gave the milk for the glory of France.