Remember how just after 9/11/2001 a few people decided that Americans should start calling French fries “freedom fries”? I didn’t really like the trend, but now that I’m in France I realize they don’t call it French fries here, either—and French fries were invented in Belgium, anyway! Not that it really matters, anyway, until we hit a grease truck the other night and saw their menu—two kinds of burgers – regular and American. We couldn’t help but to order one of each. The supposed ‘regular’ hamburger featured meat, lettuce, dijon mustard and fried egg – but at least the bun was round. The American burger, on the other hand, was on a long roll – and featured all the stuff the other one had, plus fries inside—a creation we’d never, ever, find back home. It was so big neither Rebecca or I finished our burgers—but they were delicious and cheap.