P.J. O'Rourke, whom I remember back when he wrote for Car and Driver (no, really!) writes of a visit from his French in-laws:

Meanwhile Françoise was holding forth on American cheeses: "The secret to the taste of the cheese in France is the solidarity of the cows, their empowerment to roam the fields, choosing the seasoning herbs for the cud at their will. The pleasure of the eating is all in what has been eaten by les animaux. This cheese, it is insipid. It has no piquancy, no bouquet." Although, when she sliced the Vermont Liederkranz, the family of skunks that lives under our kitchen porch beat a retreat across the lawn.

Via On the third hand