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...hand-stretched burek, a slightly dense pastry stuffed with ground beef and potatoes, evokes the Ottoman past of the region despite being somewhat disappointing to anyone who has tasted the authentic article. The meat in this specimen is not crumbly enough, the onions are too meek, it is too thick and lacking in diameter. For any epicure who hasn’t ventured east of Italy or south of Austria, however, this will do the trick, as it apparently does for the seemingly less-picky emigrants who occupied the lounge on our visit...
...conversion percentage from behind the arc, and third in the league in three-point defense, holding opponents to a 32.7 percentage. The Lions still don’t have the talent to challenge the big three of Princeton, Penn and Yale, but they should find themselves in the thick of the race for the fourth spot...
...Cottage Delight of Staffordshire will send home-made date-and-walnut cake, flapjacks, ginger biscuits, vanilla fudge, mango chutney, apple sauce, thick-cut marmalade and piccalilli (it's a mustard pickle) worldwide. www.cottagedelight.co.uk...
...pitchers, the Yankees seemed to have his number. After another loss to them in late September, he blurted out, "I just tip my hat and call the Yankees my daddy." Ever sensitive New York fans quickly added, "Who's your Dad-dy?" to the 1918 taunt. But by the thick of this year's playoffs, Pedro too had adapted the team's "Why not us?" attitude. He pitched a gem in the World Series...
...mirror, dead drunk: "A gale was blowing in his head. He liked it. He bared his teeth. He had never seen them quite this way before. So even! So white! They vibrated from perfection. And his square jaw ... that chin with the perfect cleft in it ... his thick, thatchy light brown hair ... those brilliant hazel eyes ... his! Right there in the mirror--him!" To read it is to feel both the dizzy joy of intoxication and the impending hangover, not through anything Wolfe tells us but from the altered, manic rhythms of the prose alone...