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Last Monday, I returned from a longish trip through central Europe.  I say "central" because I mistakenly referred to the Czech Republic as eastern Europe.  I was promptly corrected by my cousin, who is spending her semester abroad in Prague and has clearly been brainwashed by the culture police. In the name of sensitive tourism, I relented.   

On the food front: Above is a photo of smazheny seer (fried cheese in a white bun with mayonnaise, like a cheese po' boy), which was recommended to me by my New York Press editor, an ex-Prague ex-pat who advised (now I know why) that I get drunk before eating it.  Clearly I wasn't drunk enough, because the "smazheny" more closely resemebled deep fried chewing gum than a mozzarella patty.  In the name of culture, I ate most of it anyway.