After reviewing my top check-in categories on Foursquare for the past six months, I have to admit something: I am the Right's worst nightmare. I go to gay bars, I drink expensive coffee, I eat out (a lot), and, unbeknownst to me, I frequent French restaurants. They do still hate the French, right?
Fine, hate me. I don't care. My latte is delicious, and spiked, and brings all the French gay boys to my yard and their life is better than yours. A bientôt!