You can read it yourself if you like, here.
Commenters all over the place are taken by this particular paragraph that supports Brooks' larger point of his club's ruining America, we must all be reminded he's a member.
"Recently I took a friend with only a high school degree to lunch.But that's not the point of this post.
Insensitively, I led her into a gourmet sandwich shop. Suddenly I saw
her face freeze up as she was confronted with sandwiches named “Padrino”
and “Pomodoro” and ingredients like soppressata, capicollo and a
striata baguette. I quickly asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else
and she anxiously nodded yes and we ate Mexican."
Instead, David Burge responds to this on Twitter in his inimitable way. It's a beautiful thing to behold.
That's funny. It reminded me of friend of mine, a black dude who I took to King Tutankhamen exhibit because I wanted everyone that I know to see it while it was here right next door as if the whole show came here just for me, and I still feel that, but he had to be bribed with lunch. He wasn't interested in Egyptian artifacts at all. At such a restaurant similar to what David Burge describes my friend studied the menu, all ordinary things, but could not comprehend what a chicken fried steak is. It didn't make sense. I tried a few times to explain it. A poor cut of meat that is flavorful but so tough that it's beaten flat to a pulp, to aid in chewing, then floured and fried quickly, or deep fried, as if it were chicken. He simply could not visualize that. How can a steak be chicken? I could see the gears grinding, his confusion showed on his face. So I told him to order one just to see it and taste one, along with his real choice. What the heck. Let's have some fun. So he did. He concluded they're terrible.
Correction: Further down David Burges Twitter timeline this same post by Simon Maloy re-tweeted by David Burges. Simon Maloy wrote this response, not David Burges. So I'm wrong, apparently Burges style is imitate-able.