“Hello, I am your basic annoying American who has read a lot of English novels and I have been invited by real English people for lunch on Sunday and I want to bring a claret.”
I spilled red wine on my pants. What happened next will shock you.
Sixty bottles of wine, two-hundred cans of beer, ten russian salads, five platters of Manchego cheese, twelve bags of crackers, three bags of chips, fifteen bowls of hummus, three plates of fried peppers, three cakes, two coffee thermoses, fifty wine glasses...
I'm begging you.
This is what it is to be 29, I thought.
Who doesn’t want to drink wine and stare out a window?
Just think of the last time you drank Boone’s Farm.
Then the woman seated next to me started getting texts.
Eating in Bethlehem, Beit Sahour, and Beit Jala.