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...long way from Dixie to Hollywood. Whereas they spun doughnuts on the infield at Talladega, you can get a massage and a manicure on the infield in California. And there's white wine and Brie instead of beer and pork rinds. You can have your choice of suite sizes too. The single, 20 ft. by 21 ft., goes for $40,000 for two racing events. The double is $80,000. Two years after the speedway opened, all 75 suites are booked, there's a waiting list, and 28 new super boxes are coming...
...completely hideous, and I'm quarreling with her because I don't want to live there. The shower smells of dead people; I hate it." Instead, he hangs out in their old flat around the corner. "I go there and watch the football and drink beer. But I think that's healthy, isn't it? Maybe...
...Food poetically calls convivia, derived from the Latin word meaning festive. Lately many convivia have been forced to turn away people lest the groups risk losing their intimacy. Petrini sees promise in such American phenomena as the rise of microbreweries in a market long dominated by a handful of beer conglomerates. He points out that with its immigrant influences and agricultural diversity, the U.S. should be hospitable to spreading the Slow Food philosophy. "Europeans are skilled at defending their heritage," he says, "but Americans also have a culinary history, such as Cajun...
...Monday. But you could feel a tropical sizzle building as the lights came up at Camden Yards that evening, and about 150 police officers--three times the usual contingent--surrounded the place. A salsa band heated up the bricks behind left field, and the usual ballpark air of stale beer and popcorn gave way to the exotic aromas of rum-and-mint mojitos and fine Havana cigars, which Yanqui yuppies puffed in violation of the U.S. trade embargo against Cuba. In the parking lot, protesters shrieked, "Beisbol, si! Cuba...
Annie Proulx twirls words like a black-hat badman twirling Colts, fires them off for the sheer hell of it, blam, blam, no thought of missing, empty beer cans jump in the dust, misses one, laughs, reloads, blams some more. Something like that...