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...evening, I visit the main commercial district: the oft-bombed Karrada. It straddles two broad avenues - Karrada In and Karrada Out - lined with shops selling everything from color TVs and furniture to vegetables and fruit. The two avenues are separated in some places by a single city block, and one is easily confused for the other. Now they seem worlds apart. Karrada In is buzzing: several new kebab restaurants have sprung up, and many shops have expanded. Karrada Out is the opposite, dark and empty, with most of the shops shuttered. Why? One explanation is that many of the businessmen...
...fresh and tasty and one of the best deals. The appetizer options are chilled white gazpacho or spring vegetable salad, and the entrées include pan roasted rainbow trout or crispy pork roulette. For desert, diners can choose the wildflower honey panacotta or the cornmeal cobbler with fruit. Usual price: $55 Savings...
...kinds of pasta. A chicken and cheese sandwich. Brown rice and more pasta at the pasta bar. The change hasn’t gone unnoticed. The mumbling I’ve overheard lately goes above and beyond the usual mid-winter Massachusetts where’s-my-fresh-fruit blues. House open lists are flooded with anti-Harvard University Dining Services (HUDS) rants: “It is THEIR [HUDS’] responsibility to get the funding they need to produce adequate meals for us,” griped one Matherite. Maybe we’re exaggerating a little. Ignoring...
...asked me the same question today, I probably still wouldn't be able to say, but reading about Weiner's travels and travails has led me to at least one important conclusion. I may not know the exact combination of GDP, proximity to clean water and availability of fresh fruit that translates into happiness for 77.3% of humanity, but I have realized that it's not such a terrible thing to be still trying to work out my own formula...
...glimpse of the collecting habits in European bourgeois homes before they were plundered by the Germans. Strolling through the gallery is like entering the drawing room of a wealthy merchant in prewar Vienna, with paintings of dreamy, Italianate landscapes and still lifes of tables piled with feathered game and fruit. You can almost hear the echoes of dinner gossip or a daughter's piano sonata lingering around these forlorn paintings...