When I was a young lass I read "Holidays in Hell" over and over again. His complaint that Europe had no real ice cubes and if you asked for Scotch on the Rocks they gave you "the crumbling leftover from some Lilliputian puddle freeze"[1] still lives in my head. I didn't always agree with him politically, then and now, but his writing and his person transcend politics.
[1] Fortunately I was able to find the exact quote on Google