When I visited Venice last summer, one of the most unexpected discoveries was a fair trade shop somewhere off the beaten bath canal, whose name escapes me now (but I probably couldn't say anyway).
The shop was overflowing with interesting bags and accessories, but parked just inside the front door was a tee shirt you couldn't help but notice.
We wandered around a while and tempting were many of the store's offerings; but as much as I distained anything so American being sold in a fair trade Italian shop, I couldn't ignore the rising wonder of the crimson tee, her golden arches and that peculiar word.
If you know me, you're well aware I couldn't leave without asking. I found the owner and begged its translation. In beautiful, Italian-caressed English, his eyes twinkling as he let me in on the secret and confided--
"What the hell are you putting in your mouth?!"
It was all I could do not to buy one.
Especially with the reintroduction "for a limited time" McRib.