This complete fallacy is from his Second Helpings of Roast Chicken. In the chapter on mile, he discusses the superiority of what we would call New England clam chowder, then goes on to say : "For those who daily sit at the counter of the Oyster Bay in Grand Central Station, New York City, slurping down large bowls of Manhattan clam chowder, this would doubtless be seen as nothing less than the though of a demented heretic..." Wrong from start to finish. I've eaten at the counter there at least one hundred times, and I've never heard anyone order, let alone seen anyone eat, Manhattan clam chowder. He concludes with an attempt at replicating New York speech that is simply ludicrous. Has Simon Hopkinson ever, in fact, been to New York?