You're a man of culture. This is the way now.

I feel strongly also about eating cassoulet 24/7 in the south. It makes one feel like they are sitting next to a tavern fireplace in a fantasy novel about to go on an epic adventure.

It's weird though because I do _not_ feel the same way about regional sweets. Marrons glacés (disgusting), calissons (yuck), and macarons d'amiens (not even macarons!) can light themselves on fire. If they were any good, they wouldn't be only regional!