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Nicole has begun jostling her own memory as well. She wants the pain for its intimacy. She has been eating a lot of chocolate and peanut butter, Greg's favorite combination, and shocked herself by craving Taco Bell, food he loved but she had long disdained. On Thanksgiving, after having turkey at her parents' house and dessert with Greg's family, she might just eat a late-night peanut-butter sandwich as he used to do. On Oct. 8, she watched a home video for the first time. Greg was offscreen, but that was precisely the point: all she wanted...
Yankee Doodle Coffee Shop: The Doodle is a campus favorite. Yalies sit behind the counter at this small, diner-like joint for good and cheap fried food. Says one student, everything on the menu comes with a healthy dollop of butter. Locals recommend the Doodleburgers and fried doughnuts. $1-$5. M-F 5am-11:30pm...
Little-T and One Track Mike chose to adorn the cover of their debut album with two toilets. On the inside are more urinals along with the duo scarfing straight peanut butter, gallons of milk and mountains of cookies. The aesthetic of Fome is Dape’s album art says a lot about the aesthetic of T and Mike’s music. This album should not, however, be dismissed as the work of clowns. Rather, the pair of white rappers has produced a delightfully whimsical, eclectic and self-aware album...
...stepped into a European restaurant without even booking a flight. I had the Louis Latour Grand Ardeche with my Chicken Roti—a roasted chicken dish with laurel, garlic and butery goodness. The mixed green salad, assorted with a surprisingly sweet mixture of pickled grapes and butter-doused raisins, was a perfect compliment. In keeping with his Jersey roots my date had beef and fries, though at Metro the dish is called Steak Fritte. We finished the meal off with a pear tarte topped with caramel walnut ice cream and could do nothing more than sit back and relish...
...Wangdue Phodrang, a village in central Bhutan, we were deterred from entering by stories of the regional administrator's fondness for whipping. In Paro, however, some high-ranking officials were happy to guide us around their temple. Inside, a sweet fog of cypress incense fought with the stench of butter lamps, which threw out flickering spokes of gold across mandala paintings on the crumbling walls...