Au la cart, Darling, Au la cart

Well, for me, I love the idea of non-local foods. What is more romantic than a New York rendezvous? Imagine, flying cross country in a jet, to dine, magnificently, on cuisine that has traveled equally as far. In Paris, in Manchu Pitchu, I eat the food of Switzerland, Japan. We meet at dinner; I sip and dine on supple palletes of subtle sauces. The champagne flows like bubbling petroleum, from my lips and down further still-- an elite tango of diet and lifestyle. I love my food as I love myself: rich, transient, global.