"He points us to the shops along this stretch, places like Parisian Flea, crammed with essentials from antique jewellery and caps saying 'What the fuck are you looking at?'"
"So I got liver! Such a treat for a vegan!"
"It’s not huge like the George V, or “humorously” funky in that way that proves Parisians have no sense of humour"
"There are too many black souls out there to make this a happy place"
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"Fanelli’s Café is the last great bastion of the dissolute, the work-shy, the old reprobates of New York City"
"I don’t know why I associated all this with New York City – it was recorded in Munich by Italian producer Giorgio Moroder and released before Studio 54 had even got its tax evasion systems in order"
“It’s not usually like this,” people everywhere told me. “Please don’t let this be your first impression.” Oh, OK then
"It’s bleak, threatening and, in this willfully cheery environment, delicious"
