Word: salade
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...setting every French teacher depicts as "typically" French, the restaurant's specialties--quiches and omelettes--are among those elementary French foods attempted by every French class at one time or another. Prices at Fromage Import are very reasonable--for under $2 you can get one of the specialties, a salad and a beverage ranging from mineral water to apple beer. A serving of mushroom, bacon, feta, chive, ham, spinach, mussel or ratatouille quiche is 95 cents. Even without your French class, a "field trip" to Fromage Import is worth...
Eventually, Coleman progresses to positions as salad man and garbage collector, but in the chronicle of his stay, Blue-Collar Journal, he never manages to ditch this early alter-ego. For while he maintains a certain down-to-earth, unpatronizing attitude toward the class he is visiting, the chunks of sociology he offers back up to us higher orders tumble back down upon his head, groundless, as often as they manage to make the grade. Coleman is forever uncertain of the proper distance to keep from his proletarian brothers, usually resolving the conflict between his roles as observer and participant...
...woods. The plants looked to be five or six feet high. There was what later looked like a laundry bag full of grass from the farm somewhere around. Three or four joints were always circling among fifteen people, so one passed every five seconds. There was potato salad, lasagna, big loaves of bread, a huge salad, cases of beer, coca-cola, and other things proper to a feast. More people stopped...
...pork in a pit, and a gravelled parking lot full of jacked-up Chevelles and the irresistible odor of the cooking. Inside the place, a couple of country boys beside the counter or the beer cooler are flirting with the waitresses who make the plates up from barbecue, potato salad, slaw, and hush-puppies, and put the take-outs in shiny paper bags. There's not even a juke box just a little radio playing Conway Twitty or Loretta Lynn or Donna Fargo...
...gold." Aside from any curiosity over the title, he is all but forgotten until the last line. Then the actors ask, who is Mons Herbert, anyway? Four actors act and sing the roles of misnamed, star-crossed lovers and their experience with a flend in search of a potato salad recipe. The playing out of these situations takes us through a beauty contest for cows, the trauma of a lost barometer, a Firesign Theatre-type game show called "Justify Your Existence" and a Kafkaesque IQ test. The show does have a plot, however disguised it is in these absurd digressions...