Rich, be nice to Jonah. I think to make up for his gustatorial purgatory, you should send him to France for a foretaste of culinary heaven. Besides which, we’d get a hilarious story re: Jonah vs. The French, ending with him making peace with his Francophobia over a shared love of dogs and Camembert. Meanwhile, I’m hearing that al-Qaeda may be secreting weapons away in the wine caves of the Loire Valley, and I’m thinking you should put me on the next plane out to investigate. Or perhaps I can look into how the beer-brewing monasteries of Belgium are weathering the scandal in the American Catholic Church. Your call, bro.