The French do things with more style and make it seem effortless. That’s why there’s so much tension between France and America. France is the beautiful girl at the nightclub who attracts scores of men without even trying, and we’re the less attractive (but funnier) friend who gets stuck holding her purse while she goes off to dance.
Even an American classic–the grilled cheese sandwich–is done better by the French. The French version is called a croque monsieur and consists of ham and gruyere cheese.
I’ve been sampling croque monsieur sandwiches all over Seattle, and my current favorite is at Cafe Presse on Capitol Hill. Covered in Bechamel sauce, it is decadent but small so you don’t feel like a glutton. And it’s only six bucks. Vive la France!