I’m an American, Lila. A simple, shit-kicking American out trying to make a buck. I like American food—steaks, potatoes, shrimp, okra, corn, that kind of shit. I don’t like snails or caviar or frog livers or dragonfly balls or any of that other crap the French jack off about. I don’t want an adventure in food, honey. I just want to eat. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
