In the mind of the maitre d', I wasn't just a disheveled backpacker and a stereotypical American tourist, which was bad enough. On top of that, I was a full-on Diane Keaton groupie, a Jack Nicholson stalker!
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On a trip to Europe in search of true Italian pizza, I learned that globalization has made the quest for authenticity a tricky one.
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