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...could start your car with that. This is different. This is dignified. This is what you should have." By the time his plate of anchovies and a snifter of Courvoisier mixed with B&B arrive, Cianci is rhapsodizing about the scholarships he has funded with his line of pasta sauce and oil: "Rich kids don't need me. Smart kids don't need me. You know who needs me? The ones in the middle...
...first, those inside lived off stores of food kept by the monks and nuns in residence at the church compound. Just one meal a day was served, at about 2 p.m. One of the civilians appointed himself cook. He had few ingredients to work with: rice, pasta and lentils. When Israeli soldiers brought in additional food for the clerics, they shared it with everyone inside. "They ate what we ate," Salah says, "and in equal portions." Eventually, the monks began stripping the leaves from lemon trees in the courtyard. "We'd make soup out of that, with salt," says Salah...
...sweet alter ego Peter, but most of the masked marvels we've followed from the comics to the screen. We don't want our superheroes to be invulnerable Supermen--Clark Kent's sad-sack persona is as essential to fans as Superman's ability to turn steel girders into pasta ribbons. It's not enough that superheroes fight our battles. We need them to suffer our heartbreaks, reflect our anxieties, embody our weaknesses...
...main course, we sampled two of the rustic pasta dishes. The gnocchi ($20) was doughy and chewy, but not excessively heavy—a fine feat for gnocchi. It was served with a bouquet of mushrooms. In fact, the dish seemed to be more mushrooms than gnocchi, a clever formula that prevented the pasta from seeming overbearing. But the fettucelle ($14) stole the show. We weren’t surprised when we learned that this delicate pasta was made fresh in the kitchen by clearly skilled hands...
...ministering angel appears from the back of the dining hall and directs hungry patrons downstairs to a second buffet line, where, apparently, they can find the food they seek. Gospel brunchers, beware—He led us into temptation. For the first floor offers little more than some congealed pasta salad and cold, leathery leftover sausage scrags. By the time one repents and returns upstairs, the best food has already been picked over by the hungry hordes, and fresh batches are distinctly slow in arriving...