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There's Nutella and Carr's Table Water crackers--staples of the 'gourmet' section of even Star Market, but there is also Fleur de Sel sea salt from Brittany (billed as "the caviar of salt"), licorice candies from Genoa, jams and jellies from all over Europe, many varieties of olives imported from the Mediterranean region...the list, of course, goes...
Goldman Sachs, Chase, CIBC, JP Morgan--they each swarm the Faculty Club and posh hotels in the Square, lure you with free key chains and fresh caviar and sell you a life "leading to results" and a career path that you can "build on your own." You spend two years of your life in the hectic metropolis that is Manhattan behind a spreadsheet 12 hours a day, with the hope of "turbo-charging" your career...
...worst cardio-fitness program in this century was that of Egypt's King Farouk. The King weighed around 300 lbs.; he looked like an immense, saturnine party balloon. Staples of the royal diet: a few tablespoons of caviar, lobster thermidor, slabs of roast lamb, a cubic meter or so of trifle, a pound of chocolate, a magnum of champagne. Workout: two or three dancers from the chorus...
...their image as the caviar of automobile brands, Mercedes-Benz and Jaguar spent much of the past decade longing for a little meat-and-potatoes appeal. Slumping sales in the U.S. had execs worried, as did the rising popularity of Japanese newcomer Lexus. The haughty Germans and the aristocratic Brits realized that the wealthier baby-boomer set--now in a buying frenzy--was turned off by the companies' stuffy image and limited product line. "Our cars were admired but were perceived as an unattainable icon," concedes Joe Eberhardt, vice president of marketing for Mercedes-Benz North America. "Our problem...
...Business engulfing and devouring the sweet spirit of independence. In the intimate anonymity of a chat room, he carries on an e-mail affair with Ryan and doesn't tell her that her destroyer is her potential beau. At a literary soiree he scoops up all the caviar. Who is this creep? Tom Hanks. And because he is, he must be decent, searching, a thoughtful lover, natural dad-in-the-making. He reveals that through the comic grace he's displayed since Splash. It is a nice reminder that this ordinary-looking guy--with the repetitive crunches in that pensive...