We’re in a little Mom and Pop restaurant in the 10th.  We order the appetizer plate, an amazing and plentiful assortment of cheeses, nuts, foie gras, pate, salami, prosciutto, etc.  I cut off a hearty piece of cheese, wondering what kind it is, and take a bite, thinking that it feels pretty greasy in my hands.  The owner can see my reaction in the mirror, and it’s not good.  He says, loudly, “That’s butter!”  LMAO!  Yeah, no kidding.  Who puts a big slab of butter on a cheese plate?  I guess the French do! I can only imagine the stories he’ll tell others about bourgeois American women eating butter with their hands.