One Sunday morning, we go for a brunch at Polo Inn, in Bridgeport. «You’ll see,» says Lucie, «they serve plentiful breakfasts and there is gospel music.» Indeed, in the middle of the restaurant, a man sings while playing an organ. I was expecting a colorful African American singer group, but I got explained that any music is gospel from the moment it sings the bible text.

I quickly notice that we look like offbeat compared to the other customers. When the waiter puts a portrait of the pope Benedict on the table, Sam whispers «We ask for eggs Benedict, so they are kidding with the pope portrait.»

So here I am, enjoying a stack of pancakes with a couple of Jewish transgender friends, while facing the portrait of a conservative pope. I love USA.