Observations on a new trend.
The dive bar is to the United States what the pub is to England.
In the real-life dimensions of diners and fast-food places and hunger and thirst, America is a spectacularly generous place.
The Italians have gelato; Americans, at least in the corner of New England where I grew up, have the summer ice-cream stand.
You can learn more about America by eating some of our unique creations than you can in a year of history class.
Superhero movies are the McDonald’s of American arts, and everyone loves McDonald’s.
Our identity as citizens, as Americans, draws from notions of freedom the way a tree draws water.
Elites may mock the middle class in its culture and tastes, but usually the middle class has had the last laugh.
As I’ve aged, I’ve come to think that landscape is less an emblem of America than are its admirable and unsung people.
Americans, nervous, aspiring, and perpetually in a hurry, have no patience with antiquity.