Rosten relatively en repos, doing one of the things he does best--spinning off humorous or frankly sentimental vignettes, this time as he revisits his tourist past around the world. Of course there's old New York and Jewish restaurant rhetoric (""Is the gefullte fish, through some oversight on the part of the management, fresh?"") as well as another eatery wrangle in Moscow (whether the ""pomprenickol-and-botter"" or the ""brad-and-botter"" should be one unit). There are loving tributes to England with predictable delights (""These Facilities Are Intended For Casual Ablutions Only""), to Venice (in and out of season--""you should never see it alone""), and other warmly remembered spots. There are glum views of Mycenae and Agamemnon's Palace (""only slightly more depressing than an Indian burial mound in Nebraska"") and Death Valley--a soul-shriveling look into the abyss. A little bit (except for a long slapdash portrait of George IV of England) about a lot of things--a genial slide show featuring an unabashed use of national stereotypes and dialects. For that ""brad-and-botter"" audience.