Arnon Grunberg



This afternoon I had lunch with a friend at one of the best restaurants in New York, Sfoglia.
The menu offered “spaghetti with ramps”.
I’d had it before, and it was delicious, but to be honest I didn’t know exactly what ramps were.
My friend asked the bartender: “What are ramps?”

“Spring onions,” he said. And he trembled with excitement, or so it seemed.