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...England Clam Chowda is everything you'd wannit to be: just creamy enough, it melts in yuh mouth. The Rockport Lobstah Bisque is another highlight. With generous chunks of lobstah floating in an enticingly scented, relatively thick broth, it could go bowl-to-bowl with any bisque, anytime, anywheyah. The bread bowl is enough to make an order of soup a meal. It is a delicious challenge, leaving many questions: When do I eat the bread? Should I dip the top of the bowl into the soup? Should I tear? Fold? Sometimes, a meal can stimulate the tongue...

Author: By B. C. Wasserstein, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Boston Chowda Mussels Out Competition! | 2/3/2000 | See Source »

...Keyes isn't going to take anything. His biggest contribution to his cause, he knows, is his argumentative presence. The nation stands to learn from a Harvard section big-mouth. "That's actually more important than winning," Keyes concedes...

Author: By Rachel P. Kovner, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: This Man Is Running For President: What Alan Keyes Learned at Harvard | 2/3/2000 | See Source »

Instead, this piece is directed right at the Cornell cadre and says something that should have been said long ago. In the words of The Rock, "Know your role, and shut your mouth...

Author: By Mike Volonnino, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The "V" Spot: Cornell Sucks | 2/3/2000 | See Source »

...gracious description of Mencken: "With a pig's eyes that never look up, with a pig's snout that loves muck, with a pig's brain that knows only the sty, and a pig's squeal that cries only when he is hurt, he sometimes opens his pig's mouth, tusked and ugly, and lets out the voice of God, railing at the whitewash that covers the manure about his habitat." Small attack big, big attack small. What drives this pointless sniping...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Why Writers Attack Writers | 1/24/2000 | See Source »

...lower lip drooped down to his chin. Not even the tempting odor of macaroni and cheese could arouse Craig from the coma induced by his sustained mental exertion. I resorted to extreme tactics and flicked water onto my near-catatonic cousin. At first he crinkled his nose and mouth and drew back. But when he saw my smile a devilish gleam entered his eyes. He broke into a sunny smile, grabbed a fistful of cheesy macaroni and launched it towards my frozen grin...

Author: By Christina S. Lewis, | Title: Necessary Nakedness | 1/19/2000 | See Source »

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