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Loving It
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The tantalizing aroma of fresh pomme frites wafted through
the air outside the swanky glass and steel entrance of Wichita’s hottest new
restaurant. My inveterate dining companions Etienne and Hercule, just arrived
back from their annual trip to Martinique’s incomparable Tour de Yoles Rondes,
practically shivered with anticipation of the gastronomic delights to come. Hercule
insisted on wearing his positively sumptuous Lanvin gloves for the occasion. “Darling, one must meet excellence with excellence,” he
explained. Of course, Hercule’s English is so heavily burdened with his
Champenois French accent that Etienne quickly insisted he switch back to the mother
tongue for the rest of our evening together.