Gwyneth Paltrow supports meat-free Mondays, thinks Brits are more intelligent than Americans, says she’s sorry she wears leather, throws her daughter vegan parties (non-sequitur, I know), and marries PETA’s sexiest vegetari-man.

But despite all this veggie do-gooding, according to People:

In her latest Goop newsletter, she wrote: “Never have I met such warm people, heard such good music, eaten so much fried chicken. I could go on and on.” And she does go on and on with recommendations about her favorite Nashville restaurants, nightclubs and hotels. Among them: the iconic Grand Ole Opry, honky-tonk Robert’s Western World and Swett’s. [...] The city’s Southern-style cuisine has made quite the impression on Paltrow, too. Known for promoting a strict diet and regular detoxes to quickly shed pounds, she might be ruffling the feathers of her nutritionist with a newfound passion for poultry – not the grilled kind – and other local culinary staples.

“The fried chicken here is superb … crunchy and not oily on the outside and juicy on the inside,” she writes about Swett’s. At the Loveless Café, “their food is delicious, a traditional southern heart attack.”

Perhaps this is emotional eating, thanks to the being snubbed by Nicole Kidman. We already knew she liked chicken, but my, how times have changed since she went South.

Given her high praise of these kind Southern folk, perhaps Ms. Paltrow’s problem all along is that she never knew anyone nice to dine with. In Nashville, enjoyment of food and enjoyment of life and company are all wrapped up in one big greasy ball, much like a hush-puppy.

I am crying fowl (get it? easy pun FTW) because I want other evangelizing food-haters to beware.

WARNING:

Never go to the South. People are pleasant there. They drink “suh-wate tay” and Coke — always Coke, never “soda.”  They eat their steak chicken-fried, their chicken chicken-fried, their catfish fish-fried, and their pork beef-ified. You may be confused at first, but eventually you and your taste buds will come ’round.

You’ll love the food. Then you’ll talk. Then you’ll look like the idiot you always were.