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...enough. "People started buying flavored matzo year-round sometime over the last few decades," says Alan Adler, director of operations for the family-run Streit's, which has been operating out of the same Manhattan location since 1925. Streit's offers every kind of matzo, from unsalted to sundried tomato, although Adler says the Passover-approved matzo - supervised by rabbis holding stopwatches to monitor the 18-minute rule - is still the most popular. "For the bad rap it gets at the holiday as being the bread of affliction, I guess it's still pretty good...
...meal that is usually eaten on Nowruz, the Zoroastrian New Year (March 21). But at Ideal Corner the yellow lentils, spicy prawn salsa and saffron rice are available every Monday. A la carte delicacies include mutton in coconut paste and cashew gravy (kid ghost) and okra in a spicy tomato sauce (khara bhendi...
...exceptional taste, who published Julien Gracq and other surrealists. After that I'd head up Rue Saint-Maur, stopping for lunch at the magnificent Algerian pastry shop La Bague de Kenza, tel: (33-1) 4314 9315. I'd order something hot like a m'hajeb - bell-pepper-and-tomato-stuffed pastry. Finally, my day would end at the bistro Le Vieux Belleville, tel: (33-1) 4462 9266, above the Parc de Belleville and with an amazing view over Paris. Several nights a week, chansonniers perform, lyrics are passed out and you sing along to old favorites while you drink...
...course lunch for only $15.09. That’s only slightly more expensive than a HUDS dinner—but instead of another variation of chicken and overcooked pasta, you can dine on seared ahi tuna, yellowtail sole with haricots verts, brandade potatoes and nicoise olive and tomato vinaigrette (at Harvest). FlyBy has some restaurant week tips...
...dithering hush, with nothing to ogle but my everlasting journey down the longest aisle the Lord has ever wrought upon his people (no offense to Him).By the time I’d passed the Negro section, I think the color of my cheeks had ebbed to a mere tomato. But by the time I squeezed into our usual pew at the front, my blood was frothing: couldn’t I just enjoy the service like all the others? The others, mind you, who had pounced over every inch of this town after running most...