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    Mideast Peace

    I hate being overheard in restaurants. One day at Sushi Hana, where the tables are ridiculously close together, I was telling my in-laws an anecdote I'd heard at the office. The man at the next table, a stranger, began glaring at me. "Where'...

    by Jen Karetnick on October 16, 1997
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    Bean There, Done That

    One scene from the comedy film The In-Laws has etched itself firmly in my memory: An elderly gentleman is sitting in the dentist's chair, arguing with the doctor about why he won't allow his rotten tooth to be pulled. "This tooth has chewed the flesh...

    by Jen Karetnick on October 9, 1997
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    A New Altitude

    Over dinner one night, my husband and I talked about how we'd divide our possessions if we got divorced. (Nothing like a pessimist planning for the future.) I'd just read a little snippet about a restaurateur and his wife who split up: She kept the r...

    by Jen Karetnick on October 2, 1997
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    The New, True Blue

    False expectations can ruin a perfectly good evening. Take for example a recent dinner my husband and I had in New York. My sister suggested we celebrate our arrival with a meal at Jean-Georges, the newest and hippest restaurant in the Trump Towe...

    by Jen Karetnick on September 25, 1997
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    Absence Makes the Heart Grow Tandoor

    "If I don't get proper Indian food for a week, I get right sick." Demonstrating her point, Jaz, a friend from London whose parents emigrated from India, coughed and sniffled in my direction. "See what I mean?" Good thing, then, that she and her ...

    by Jen Karetnick on September 18, 1997
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    Grace and Bounty

    I'm too spooked to jog around town any more, and it's not because I ran past Versace's house mere minutes before he was murdered. (By the time I reached the police station a few blocks away, the news cameras were already setting up.) I can accept the...

    by Jen Karetnick on September 11, 1997
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    Thai Rocks, Sushi Rolls

    As his health failed, William S. Burroughs wrote solely in his journal, passages about how his life had been lived (with excess) and how it would end (the same way). Two weeks after he passed away, on August 2, The New Yorker published several of the...

    by Jen Karetnick on September 4, 1997
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    Dress-Down Bliss

    I'm a notorious slob. Hand me the mail and I'll drop it on the stairs; buy me an expensive evening gown and I'll hang it on the StairMaster; dirty a dish in my house and I'll let it sit in the sink until I have to sandblast it to get it clean. Haphaz...

    by Jen Karetnick on August 28, 1997
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    Winner Schnitzel

    These days honest-to-goodness mom-and-pop restaurants seem about as endangered as family values. For one thing, there are fewer and fewer of them. Doubtless, people have concluded that to live, rear children, and run a business together isn't a ...

    by Jen Karetnick on August 21, 1997
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    Good Grief

    "I read the review you got in New Times," my husband said to the owner of Oasis Cafe a few months ago as he placed a take-out order. "You must be pretty happy." "Yeah, we are. Surprised, though," said the proprietor, who obviously had no clue he ...

    by Jen Karetnick on August 14, 1997
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    Duval Street Jag

    I have a recurring nightmare about an all-you-can-eat buffet. I enter a dark, two-story building, whereupon a grim hostess shoves a hotel-white china plate into my hands. Then I trudge after a line of people up a flight of musty stairs, through a...

    by Jen Karetnick on August 7, 1997
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    High Rollin'

    I got my first taste of caviar-and-champagne life on my honeymoon. The hubby and I flew to a gorgeous Puerto Rican luxury beach resort for ten days to recover from the trauma of the marriage ceremony. When we arrived, we went from the plane straight ...

    by Jen Karetnick on July 31, 1997
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    Med Fly in the Ointment

    To say that Mark Militello's closing of his landmark North Miami restaurant was a surprise would be fair. Though his publicist Barbara Raichlen told me he had been thinking for two years about giving up the place, his decision -- announced to his emp...

    by Jen Karetnick on July 24, 1997
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    C'est Magnifique!

    Miami has plenty of pretty good international restaurants. (Some are even great.) What's missing are authentic French bistros. Places like Le Bouchon du Grove and L'Entrecote de Paris come close, but the one's atmosphere is a bit too trendy, the othe...

    by Jen Karetnick on July 17, 1997
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    Two if by Sea

    FADE IN: INT. TOWNHOUSE LIVING ROOM -- LATE AFTERNOON (JUNE) The sun streams through a west window, highlighting contemporary wicker furniture and walls that could use a paint job. Lounging on the couch and watching early Eighties classic The B...

    by Jen Karetnick on July 10, 1997
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    Foreign Exchange

    School's out, and my husband is delighted. Not because his wife has stopped muttering about kids misbehaving in class. Not because she has a smile as permanent as ink on her face. But because of what she has found: Her cutting board. Her grill pan. H...

    by Jen Karetnick on July 3, 1997
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    Swarm, but S'worth It

    This is a warning: Don't dine outside. Not this summer, anyway. Forget that an actual TV forecast the other night stated that the following day would feature "sweltering heat and miserable humidity." Forget that the current weather patterns have ...

    by Jen Karetnick on June 26, 1997
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    Taster's Choice

    Imagine not appreciating food. Imagine not savoring the creamy delicacy of a room-temperature Brie. Not admiring the ruby redness of a perfectly ripe springtime strawberry. Not delighting in the aroma of a roasting turkey, or salivating over a cr...

    by Jen Karetnick on June 19, 1997
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    Sour Notes

    When I was in college, one of my roommates wanted to throw a dinner party for some elite international friends, including her boyfriend, the son of a Saudi Arabian oil magnate, and a Jordanian prince. Only problem was, she couldn't cook very well, an...

    by Jen Karetnick on June 12, 1997
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    It's a Jumble Out There

    "The past is like shelter," Ricardo Pau-Llosa told me over a recent dinner at Doc Dammers Bar & Grill. "Everybody needs one." We were discussing the "dramatic erosion of Latin culture" he has observed in the second generation of Cuban Americans. ...

    by Jen Karetnick on June 5, 1997
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