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Word: beane (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...descendants pledge allegiance to another? If we are to save the Square--nay, the Nation--from the advancing tide of coffee snobbery, we have little choice. We must dress up as Brits, board the next steamer in from Zimbabwe or Colombia and hurl the sacks of the offending gourmet bean into the Boston Harbor...

Author: By Benjamin J. Heller, | Title: Square Cafes: The Bitter Reality | 11/13/1993 | See Source »

...second thought, the bean-counters at Coffee Connection wouldn't take such a loss. They'd probably fish the beans out of the water and sell them as an ultra-rare blend. I can see the Coffee Connection News headline now: Colonial Java AAA Debuts: light, smoky, and fruity, with just an understated hint of sea-salt...

Author: By Benjamin J. Heller, | Title: Square Cafes: The Bitter Reality | 11/13/1993 | See Source »

First of all, Harvard's 5'9" junior Steve Martins was a side-show event for the Brown players. Instead of throwing bean bags and trying to knock Martins down from a platform, the Bears used their sticks in attempts to decapitate him. The only prizes handed out were two-minute high-sticking and slashing penalties...

Author: By David S. Griffel, | Title: Under the Big Top at Meehan | 11/9/1993 | See Source »

...stock tips--when everyone and their mother is talking about IBM, AT&T, and Boeing, it's time to sell. About ten months ago, everyone and my mother began talking about "grunge." My mom asked if I wanted to order some "grungy-style" flannel plaid shirts from LL Cool Bean, and fashion designer Donna Karan came out with a line of grunge wear so that Upper West Siders could look as liberal as they feel. It was time to sell...

Author: By Michael E. Farbiarz, | Title: No Escape | 11/4/1993 | See Source »

...travelogue, he brought along his dog Charly, figuring that the scruffy little canine would give him something to talk about with strangers he met on the road. Last Saturday night, I took the #1 bus from Harvard Square--already overrun with braided leather belts and the L.L. Bean shoes that Andover kids call "mocs"--to Central square. Because I don't have a dog and because it would have been too embarassing to bring my bowl of goldfish onto the bus, I decided that I would pick up some sort of conversation piece once I reached my destination...

Author: By Michael E. Farbriarz, | Title: Close, but Crummy Cigar | 10/28/1993 | See Source »

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