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...cooks to the bone and pay them very little money, and the owners get rich," says Chang, who started his truck with a friend who attends Columbia's School of Business. Compared with restaurants, trucks have a lot less overhead, don't require managing a staff and focus on lunch, freeing chefs from working late nights and weekends. "I was a chef instructor here in Seattle for a year, and half the students don't want to work in restaurants," says Henderson. "In the next two years, you're going to see a ton of these popping...
...every meal and handy self-service kiosks, it’s easy to forget that there’s a whole world of dining beyond HUDS. Luckily, if you ever want to sample restaurants serve a specially created three-course prix-fixe dinner menu for $33.08, and a lunch menu for $20.08, during Restaurant Week from March 9 to March 16, excluding Saturday, March 15. Since we know you don’t have time to study for midterms and sniff out the best deals, FM found the restaurants that will give you the most bite for your buck...
...certain recent lunch featured a depressing amount of starch. Two kinds of fries. Two 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...
With a sweep of four more states on March 4, John McCain officially captured the delegates needed to become the GOP nominee. By noon the next day, he and his wife were at the White House having lunch with onetime rival President George W. Bush and enjoying the embrace--albeit belated--of his party...
...padre è Michele,” my dad said, and instantly hoards of other relatives poured out of the house exclaiming “Santa Maria!” and smothering our cheeks with kisses. They ushered us into the kitchen where the women were preparing the Ferragosto lunch, comparable to American Thanksgiving. Half an hour later, more food had been made, extra chairs were fitted around the table, and my brother and I were instructed to sit at the kids’ table with a cousin whose name was Maria Grazie—forever “Maria...