Pan Bagnat: Memories of France
By Sandy Hu
The latest from Inside Special Fork
Chris didn’t get to go on many picnics. When Steve and I lived in New York City, we went on picnics in Central Park all the time. It was a cheap outing and a chance to get outdoors, living as we did in a high-rise apartment in a concrete and steel city.
When David was little, we lived in a condominium in San Francisco and escaped to Golden Gate Park with a picnic hamper. But by the time Chris came along, we lived in a house with a small yard that satisfied our need for the outdoors. No picnics.