Sacre Bleu! (or) Never Go Against A Sicilian When Dinner Is On The Line

French holds the claim to being the stereotypical "language of love."  After all, it is one of the Romance Languages.  And does anything sound prettier than French?

(And, no, shouting I love you in German doesn't count, though the point of that joke is true.)

(Did you know achtung! means "good morning?)

But is French really the language of love?

No.  Italian is.

Consider: "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."  (Gentlemen, please "Home Improvement grunt" if you agree.)  However, French food is not the best food.  Rather, Italian is more universally preferred.  Don't believe me?

Without using the internet, name five Italian dished in ten seconds.

Now, try to name five French dishes.

Can't do it.  Its not that French food isn't good, just Italian is superior.  So, Italian is the "food of love."  Still don't believe me?

(Would Disney lie to you?)

So, if Italian is the Food of Love, and food is a universal language, then it stands to reason that Italian is the Language of Love.

(And thanks to Fanta, German may be the language of refreshing.)