October 2004

Hideous

by zora on October 29, 2004

Takes my breath away.

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You can’t take it with you

by zora on October 25, 2004

By contrast with DiFara’s, a much more sociable meal occurred last week–and by “sociable,” I mean there was lots of booze involved. Peter and I finally went to Spice Market.

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Pizza at the zoo

by zora on October 25, 2004

Oddest dining experience yesterday: DiFara’s pizza, in the depths of Brooklyn (I don’t even know what that neighborhood is called, but Avenue J is the stop on the Q). This place is one of those hallowed Chowhound “finds,” where an aged specialist mystically prepares transcendant, genre-defining examples of a given food, and disciple diners look on in awe and reverence.

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Pure sugar: dulce de leche at home

by zora on October 18, 2004

Because I’ve been too busy to do any real thinking about anything but bus schedules and synonyms for “beach,” I’m handing the reins over to the talented Ms. Adriana (though she doesn’t even know it). Here’s a handy tip that _could_ end in tragedy!

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