I’ve been coming to France from the United States for over 50 years.
In the beginning the food/cuisine here, pre-Julia Childs, was seen by me as exotic; things as silly as La Vache Qui Rit and canned foie gras, were astonishing revelations to a boy raised on boeuf bourgignon and coq au vin as haute gamme.
But the day and week this was written I saw pop-corn, burgers (and a huge line outside Blend), hot-dogs, bagels from a truck, American sweet-corn, pumpkin.
And we’ve been bombarded by marshmallows, catsup and everything that the great French food critics made fun of 20 years ago.
So a bit of backstory: Remember when the French Language Police barred words like weekend and the internet and OK? I do.
Now the American pollution, however, has crept into the food world.
And I say “Yuck.”