C'mon, I never thought she really ate the way she wants the rest of Americans to eat. One days not get that 10:45 hour-glass figure by nibbling on broccoli florets and arugula leaves. The Saturday night dinner dates dashing by AF One to Charlie Trotter's or Topolobampo back in the home town, the mad-cap round of lobsters in Maine, jambalaya on the Gulf Coast, and a dash off to El Bulli in Spain are where it's really at for the Lady Michelle.
Just Us Girls Out For Watercress Sandwiches...Not!
We should really cut her some slack. I knew the truth even without that report. Besides, everyone from Chicago knows that the only thing you can get at the Billy Goat Inn is "cheesburga, cheesburga, cheesburga." And, of course "cheeps, no fries."
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