on earth who at this precise moment is eating better than us? >> fred: no. >> anthony: no. look at that. >> david: epoisse, saint-marcellin. >> anthony: cheese. there must be cheese. in this case, a voluptuously reeking epoisse, who some, less hardy outdoorsmen might call overripe. but not us. oh, this is awesome. what do we have here? >> fred: a few cubans. >> anthony: oh, wait a minute. you guys, uh, have a much more relaxed attitude towards the importation of cuban cigars. chartreuse, of course, and a dessert as rare as it gets, a dinosaur-era monster long believed extinct. >> fred: this is gateau marjolaine. >> anthony: who does this? no one. >> fred: uh, it's one of those, like, painful nostalgic thing. >> anthony: right. layers of almond and hazelnut meringue, chocolate buttercream. oh, my god. look at that. mmm. damn, that's good. for these guys, this is normal.