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...infamous Hotel Flamboyan. Now under Timorese management, this grand hotel is the place to enjoy spicy Portuguese-Timorese fusion food and a glass of fine Portuguese wine before retiring for the night. Reassuringly, the staff now carry corkscrews instead of M-16s. Rooms cost $50 a night, including breakfast?call (61418) 176 003 for reservations. Down the road at the Perola de Timor restaurant a more basic fare is on offer, but the bullet-riddled walls let you know that the good priest's money traveled only...
...those perpetually hungry for Mexican food, there will be breakfast every day starting at 7 a.m., when ham, egg and chorizo sausage burritos will be served, along with café de olla, which is the only kind of coffee Espinoza drinks...
...having breakfast, and then I was in front of the television. A little while later," says Springsteen, "I drove across the local bridge. The Trade Center sits right in the middle of it when you look toward New York." Having been spared any personal tragedy, Springsteen tells his where-were-you-when story sheepishly. His greatest hardship was having to explain the day to his kids. "I think it's become placed in their lives in the same way that the nuclear bomb was when I was a kid. It's the really dark, scary thing, and they...
...doughnut shop in town as something less than newsworthy. "In Europe they may not have people sleeping in the streets waiting for the stores to open," says Kathleen Heaney, an analyst at Brean Murray & Co. And unlike Americans, who enjoy starting the day with sweet cakes, Europeans' breakfast tastes tend toward the savory. After all, a British breakfast tradition is a kipper, a smoked herring. Waugh insists it's wrong to consider Krispy Kreme doughnuts merely a morningtime food. "That's the great thing about our product, they can be eaten throughout...
...lessons. For example, I have learned that people are intolerant of those who have different customs. I guess this is one of those heartbreaking realizations that we all must face in our own way at our own time—and I faced it when I ate soup for breakfast. For a few days I had been eating ramen noodles for lunch, and this drew a few derisive snickers from my boss, but nothing like the hurricane of mockery and scorn which enveloped me when I heated up a can of Progresso soup (because I was hungry and didn?...