Word: domes
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...Coupole, a barnlike old brasserie that had served as home to Henry Miller, Lawrence Durrell, Samuel Beckett; it was acquired by a restaurant chain, torn down and rebuilt in 1988 into a sort of yuppie grazing center. More felicitous was the 1986 transformation of the Cafe du Dome, a plain, bare sort of place, where an impoverished writer used to be able to get a saucisse de Toulouse and a plate of mashed potatoes for about $1. One section of the Dome has been turned into a really excellent fish restaurant (Michelin gives it one star), with a comfortably...
Robbins is fed up, as well he might be, with the murderous tribalism that so often is the public face of organized religion. He sets in motion an American tel-evangelist whose septic inspiration it is to blow up the Dome of the Rock, the holy Muslim shrine in Jerusalem, thus bringing on World War III, the Second Coming of Christ and Judgment...
...column items come from? Though the particulars vary from city to city, the tricks of the trade are fairly constant. Sources must be cultivated, glamorous friends coddled, and, of course, press agents heeded as they relentlessly push tips. Certain restaurants are musts. In Los Angeles it's Le Dome or the Ivy for lunch, Morton's or Spago for dinner. In Chicago the image- conscious can be found at the Establishment-oriented Pump Room or the more hip Eccentric, partly owned by Oprah. In New York City the Russian Tea Room is best for the show-business throng, Elaine...
...wasn't looking for decapitation, no just for my Capital. Capitol? Well, however you spell it it still means that great grey domed building at the top of the Isthmus, rising above the two lakes of Madison like a gibbous moon. Atop the dome is good old Lady liberty, cast in some goldish material, pointing a languid arm over yonder East--that is, towards us and the rest of the Atlantic Coast folk, governmental and non. So I hiked up the snowy blocks of State Street, my black chair under my arm, and into the capitol...
Every year the capitol Government of the great state of Wisconsin arranges for what-is-now-known-as a Holiday Tree, which rises up from the floor into the great empty space below the dome. The tree is remarkably ugly. Not originally of course; it was clearly, when in the buff in stark Wisconsin nature, a fine pine of northern stock; but they had taken this poor tree and given it a cosmopolitan makeover which completely concealed the fact that 'twas ever a nat'ral-born tree, free and proud...