Brain Mulch: Eat Your Car

Jean-Claude and Blen swap tarts for cars at Queen Ann, his Parisian tea house. Jean-Claude’s bicycle always sits prominently outside the café’s main window. “I don’t need a car for anything,” he says. Trains, not planes, take him away on far-ish-away vacations. One bite of his always locally sourced tarts or soufflés (really, they feel like clouds in your mouth), and it’s easy to understand why he prefers fields kept to grow food, not fuel.