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With the most popular big hotel now destroyed and local restaurants frequented by westerners the target of extremists - Luna Caprese, one of the few places in this Islamic country where you could have a glass of wine with a meal, was bombed in March - Islamabad's sleepy night life has slipped into a veritable coma. Throw in regular power cuts, soaring food inflation and an economy teetering on recession and the citizens of Pakistan's capital are pretty stressed...
...Jessica Biel’s wine glass and Justin Timberlake’s rumpled napkin, which he snagged from Daedalus after the couple finished dining there two weeks ago. Noyer had received a “spotted” text, and rushed over to the scene. After a meal occupied more by oogling than chewing, he left the restaurant not with a hand-penned autograph, but with some first-hand celebrity DNA. Upon chatting with the waitress and discovering that Justin’s wine glass had already been claimed (his overtures for Justin’s fork were...
...tons of books in the house and my mother would read to us at the dinner table at night,” he says, beginning a story, something he often does when answering a question. “She would fix a meal, eat quickly before we would all sit down, and she would read...
...heard a loud, loud bang," says Shah Hussain, 25, a waiter who had been serving guests their evening iftar meal to break the day's Ramadan fast in the Marquee Hall at the back of the hotel, where 14 people died. Within moments of the blast, the roof collapsed over the diners. "Everyone was crying and screaming, helplessly. Some of the guests were killed instantly," adds Hussain, whose white tunic uniform is stained with blood after helping carry the wounded out through the emergency exit and on to hospital. "Thank God that they were stopped at the gates," he continues...
...easily have agreed to four weeks washing cutting boards in exchange for a room in the dusty corner of a cellar. I prepared myself for anything by bidding adieu to pride, English, and unscarred forearms. When I arrived early one August afternoon, the kitchen staff was having their family meal before the lunch rush and invited me to sit with them. I couldn’t understand a word that was flying back and forth across the table; two months away from classes had erased any knowledge of Italian. The staff at least seemed nice, and young...