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...single shot, we moved to another stand even deeper in the forest. We remained there for some hours, and someone brought cold cuts, dark bread and beer from the jeep. Brezhnev's split personality-alternalively boastful and insecure, belligerent and mellow-was in plain view as we ate in that alfresco setting. The truculence appeared in his discussion of China. He spoke of his brother, who had worked there as an engineer before Khrushchev removed all Soviet advisers. He had found the Chinese treacherous, arrogant, beyond the human pale. They were cannibalistic in the way they destroyed their...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: HUNTING WITH BREZHNEV | 3/15/1982 | See Source »

...order at the Blarney Stone was brisket on an onion roll--a huge sandwich that came with a plate of home fries and a bowl of thick homemade soup. I ate it at the back of the restaurant, where I could watch the mailmen...

Author: By Michael W. Miller, | Title: Sixth Avenue, On the Greasy Side | 3/9/1982 | See Source »

That was my last meal at the Blarney Stone. For the rest of the summer, I pounded the pavement for my lunch. It is now a full half-year since I ate my way down South Avenue from 55th St, to 49th St, but the landscape is still fresh in my memory, and I can--and often do--recite the litany of pushcarts that fed me last June, July, and August. In order, walking downtown...

Author: By Michael W. Miller, | Title: Sixth Avenue, On the Greasy Side | 3/9/1982 | See Source »

...felafel cart. I ate here whenever I had lunch with a vegetarian...

Author: By Michael W. Miller, | Title: Sixth Avenue, On the Greasy Side | 3/9/1982 | See Source »

...Afghanistan as a gesture to save Afghanistan. Then there is the "I don't recall," a sort of buck pass to one's memory. Blaming the state is a standby too, as are blaming modernity, one's mother, the computer and the post office. "The dog ate my homework" is a favorite with schoolchildren. And a new plane of inventiveness was reached recently when a Virginia man killed his mother-in-law in the garage with a hatchet and explained that he mistook her for a raccoon...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: The Staff Ate My Homework | 3/8/1982 | See Source »

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