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...bodies into the (increasingly expensive) seats on Broadway is to put big stars in old warhorses. And so this spring we've had Denzel Washington in Julius Caesar, Jessica Lange in The Glass Menagerie, Kathleen Turner in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf and James Earl Jones in On Golden Pond. But here's a refreshing surprise: this season's revivals have been outshone by an unusually rich supply of new plays and musicals...
...their favorite trattoria, they may resolve their business earlier.) Yesterday, after viewing John Paul's body in the Clementine Chapel, I strolled out the long way from the Vatican walls to have another, closer look at the Santa Marta hotel where the Cardinals will be lodging. The sliding glass doors opened for me, but I only had time enough to glance at the entrance and lobby area before a stern-faced women, who had been chatting with two nuns, curtly told me I had to leave at once...
Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Barleywine Style Ale: Made from the same stuff as beer, this gem from California-based Sierra Nevada Brewing Company is actually denoted a barleywine. With a burnt orange color in the glass, this creation has a distinctly more alcoholic taste. It’s not wine, but it’s not beer either. That said, the taste is smooth and rich, with hints of citrus and caramel poking out amongst the strong notes of malt and hops. Fortified with an impressive 9.6 percent alcohol, you can expect to drink 60 percent less liquid for the same...
...After a glass of sangria (red or white, with the added touch of a cinnamon stick), the first thing on your table should be the guacamole ($8.50). Prepared while you watch, the fresh-tasting, perfectly chunky dip comes in a large, roughly carved stone bowl. Ours had a pig’s face on it, an appropriate symbol for our actions after we received the accompanying basket of crisp tortilla chips...
...used to be just the little things. Pressing my eight-year-old nose to the cold glass at the ice cream parlor, I would debate the merits of mint chocolate chip versus strawberry as my siblings effortlessly rattled off their orders. When the smiling eyes of the scooper fell on me, I would hurriedly deliver my decision—wondering even as I ordered whether the instant I tasted my choice I would suddenly yearn for a fruitier flavor...