Lately I keep bumping into my provenance, which ain’t Provence, y’all. (But that is an awesome 50-cent word!)
First someone told me that there’s a “boy from Paris, Texas” in one of the Fancy Nancy books. Then I re-encountered this gem on the menu at Kerbey Lane (the “old-fashioned” one–that’s what my son calls it–in Austin):
Ah, the strange wonders of having grown up in the second largest Paris in the world!