One time I have something to do in Newark. At Rutgers College I pick up Alexander and one of his doctorate candidates, who just defended his dissertation at the Institute for Global Change and Governance. That must be celebrated. We go to the Portuguese district behind the train station and seat ourselves between the men at the bar. I order a Chorizo. The Chorizo was flamed spectacularly. Everyone is satisfied that I, as the guest, got the most glamorous dish.
The discussion touches on European Anti-Americanism. He thought that was thoroughly ridiculous, said Alexander, that the Europeans are suddenly are acting like a bunch of laid-back liberal coffee drinkers.

As we leave, the Portuguese men stay seated for a long time.