As transplanted midwesterners, both my grandparents and parents were constant and usually very well-dressed picnickers once they moved to sunny southern California. By the time my brother and I were adults we had been on enough picnics to last our entire remaining lives, and rarely go on them without substantial family pressure.

Either the photo has a boo boo or he's got food stuck in his mustache.

And it's done in suits and dresses without the benefit of Tupperware.

Are New Zealanders the most picnicking people on the planet? Maybe yes maybe no, but they probably were the best dressed.