He tirelessly sniffed out plain but great joints where the local people loved to eat. Trillin is a marvelous writer, affable and witty under any circumstances. He's also an extremely enthusiastic eater, so the books are filled with gourmet brio. You promised not to indulge in any of that hometown nostalgia while I'm eating. You know it gives me indigestion.
Facts are facts.
The kind of milkshake that I personally consumed six hundred gallons of at the Country Club Daily is an historical fact in three flavors. Your indigestion is not from listening to my fair-minded remarks on the food of a particular American city. It's from drinking that gray skim milk this bandit is trying to pass off as a milkshake. Trillin's family, long-suffering in the face of a father's obsessions, is as winning as always.