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Make your choice: Cuban sandwich or American burger? -Omar Laffita, MiamiWell burger to me is pretty wide. I have probably 300 different burger recipes. I'll make anything into a burger, from salmon to swordfish. I make shrimp burgers and Portobello burgers. I guess I have to pick the burger, though it's probably not what he's asking. He's probably thinking a straight up little beef patty on a lone...
...thoughts are so relentlessly foregrounded that the rest of the work cowers behind them, reduced to obscurity by the intellectual blizzard. Gessen at times nails the details, as when he describes the standard Harvard lunch: “a huge bowl of green peas...a chicken parm sandwich, and...a cranberry-grapefruit mixture, which I’d patented.” But these glimpses of a fully realized literary world are all too often overshadowed by his characters’ ideational monologues. “Literary Men” may not be great literature, but it is finely drawn...
...house is uniquely Algerian: its prices are as absurd as the fiction of the land’s most famous novelist, Albert Camus. It’s highly unlikely that a $3.50 croissant even exists in France, let alone in a former colony, and paying $9.95 for a ham sandwich is as ridiculous as shooting a stranger on the beach for no reason at all. Even so, we’ll always be willing to shell out $4.25 for thick coffee in the most relaxed atmosphere this side of the Atlantic to remind us of our own break in Istanbul.Fire...
...green garnish and flat bread.The paninis on the menu cater to the tastes the pasta misses. Specialities include grilled ham and gouda, buffalo mozzarella and vine-ripened tomatoes, and herbed goat cheese and olives. No matter the combo, all paninis are deliciously priced at $6.25. A friend orders a sandwich with prosciutto, mozzarella, and tomatoes on ciabatta. It is enormous, hot, and crispy, a “preemptively pleasing” vision on a simple oval plate. “Eat it?” he says. “I can’t even get my mouth around...
...launched back into childhood. I was instantly four years old again, back when the bakery in Chinatown still sold green tea jelly, when my family still took vacations to Cape May and I drank Clearly Canadians by the crate, and before I’d accidentally opened my tongue sandwich and noticed the delicacy’s uncanny resemblance to my own. What a Langue de Chat did for Marcel, cow tongue in Japan apparently does for me.I thought I’d found my story, a touching if cloying tale of recovering my roots through rediscovering tastes from...