There, in a fortuitous combination of tomato salsa and (possibly) empanada grease, a vision of the Eiffel Tower appeared to me.
What did this mean, I wondered. Here I am, a southerner, in the heart of what many of my fellow southerners like to consider the center-of-iniquity-and-liberal-foolishness, and an image of that other, godforsaken, "anti-American" place--Paris, France--comes to me? My mind... it is boggled.
I cannot figure out the message, Shakers (though, I must admit, my clarity of mind was impaired by the absolutely delicious coconut mojitos).
Help me!
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