Oct 9, 2011
French Coffee Via Thailand
I don't drink coffee at all. Every once in a while if I am in some exotic place like Cambodia or Rome, Yun will tell me the coffee is great. So I'll get one. Monaco was no exception. So each morning when we were in France, Yun would take me to get a cup. We didn't go to a French cafe. Yun discovered a Thai joint. They seemed to have the best coffee and pastries. It's amazing the way immigrants adapt. In New York, a lot of Japanese restaurants are really run by Koreans. If I go to get a slice of pizza, the place is run by Mexicans. It's no different in France. It's nice to see immigrants succeed. After all most of us are descendants of them.