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...happy with most of these places (in no particular order) as well: The Garage (at the corner of Dunster and Mt. Auburn Sts.) provides the highest concentration of healthy eating spots in the Square including: Formaggio, which is famous for its huge fresh bread sandwiches, especially its turkey or roast beef and boursin; Stuff It's, with its sahara bread "stogies," with lettuce, tomatoes and cheese and options ranging from turkey or roast beef to lentil, or brown rice; Baby Watson's (most famous for its desserts), which offers tasty "stroller" wrap-around veggie sandwiches; the Coffee Connection for various...
...kind of neighborhood a visitor has wandered into. Says Dem ocratic Ward Committeeman Jesus Garcia: "You can tell where you are from the sounds and the smell of the cooking. In Mexican areas people are doing the taco thing with beans and rice; in Puerto Rican areas it's roast pork and fried rice. If you walk around Pilsen (a Mexican enclave) you'll hear mariachi music; in (Puerto Rican) Humboldt Park you'll hear salsa and conga drums...
Cuomo seemed to enjoy his new status last week when he hopped to Washington for a round of meetings, an appearance at the National Press Club and a roast attended by top Democratic leaders. Buchanan, he told questioners at the Press Club, "has been far more valuable to our cause than I have been." The Governor also noted casually that President Reagan had sent him a birthday telegram the same week that Buchanan had launched his all-out assault...
Among issues of seemingly greatest importance then, class members recall, were the ever-controversial parietal rules, the quality of an Elsie's roast beef sandwich, the high-stakes Crimson-Lampoon crew race, the tutelage of Eliot House Master John H. Finley '25, the heady classes of McGeorge Bundy, Henry A. Kissinger '50 and Zbigniew Brzezinski an embarrassing Harvard-Yale game, and the legendary Lamont Dupont...
...want your confidence and purpose, I want your teeth and tans." But he cannot help hearing the hell raised by garbage trucks between 4 and 5 in the morning, cannot really swallow the harsher barbarities of New York fad cuisine ("fillet of hake in lager and cranberry sauce . . . roast baby pigeons in fresh grapefruit nests"). When city smarts are called for, Henderson loses his nerve. Convinced that he is being attacked on a dark street, he flings his wallet and credit cards to the sidewalk and injures his knees as he runs away. The "muggers" patiently gather up his documents...