Back in the golden era of locally produced Detroit TV, there was a travelogue host named George Pierrot (local pronunciation: PURR-oh). George was a large figure squeezed into a wingback chair with a globe next to him. It was assumed, both by his guests and viewers, that George had been everywhere. George offered, by way of proof, a comprehensive knowledge of international food. If a visiting filmmaker remarked "Tuscany's quite a place, isn't it George?" George would respond, "Ah…the gnocchi!" Whenever I hear Rex catalog the continental U.S., sandwich hut by burger joint by rib shack, I'm happily transported back home, sitting on the living room rug, watching big George on TV.
Hey, Reeshard, thanks for the memories of George Pierrot! I remember He was so eternally stuck in that chair we kids snarkily assumed George was immobile from the neck down. Which made the idea that he was so well traveled funnier.