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Sotomayor made it through the eight hours of interrogation - with a civilized 90-minute lunch break - calmly fielding questions, taking notes and, when things looked like they might get tense, gently patting the table like she might a nervous dog. Though the questioning grew pointed a couple of times, it never became argumentative or acrimonious. Republicans must have blinked (and probably hoped their conservative base wasn't listening) when Senator Chuck Schumer, a New York Democrat known for his bare-knuckle partisan tactics, expressed his gratitude. "I would like to first thank my Republican colleagues. I think the questioning...
...Sablon is threaded with antique shops, old bookstores and art galleries. After breakfast, I take my Shiba Inu dogs for a walk in Forêt de Soignes - an immense forest in the center of Brussels that our former King gave to the city. I'd like a light lunch at a brasserie like Taverne du Passage, tel: (32-2) 512 3731, under the domed glass roof of the Galerie de la Reine, then I'd devote my afternoon to writing and catching up on correspondence. To complete my dream day, I'd like to visit a gallery of fine...
...with new names like N. Hoolywood from Japan, Acne and Whyred from Sweden and Belgium's own Atelier 11. After shopping, I'll reward myself with a good French Bordeaux at a new wine bar in Ixelles, Le Petit Canon, tel: (32-2) 640 3824. For a simple, traditional lunch, I'll head to Le Pigeon Noir, tel: (32-2) 375 2374, a soulful Michelin-starred restaurant located at the corner of the Rue de la Chenaie and Rue Geleytsbeek. I like spending time at L'Archiduc, tel: (32-2) 512 0652, a legendary Art Deco-style bar known...
...your parents are of a certain age, then you may understand the unique terror of suddenly drawing a blank - that unexpected moment when you can't remember the name of a lifelong friend or what you had for lunch that day. You wonder, anxiously, Have I stepped down the long, slow, inexorable road to losing my mind...
...recently only picking at an Afghan spread featuring four kinds of meat. To the chagrin of Afghans, who see drinking tea as an inalienable human right, he scrapped a morning tea break at a recent security briefing in Kandahar, and aides grumble, nicely, that he sees others' demands for lunch as a sign of weakness. (But he makes up for it at dinner: a colleague says a typical evening repast may include a cheeseburger, a fajita burrito, a pile of fries and ice cream. And maybe a brownie.) And if it weren't for uniforms and the help...