About a week ago, an old friend from Pakistan—let’s call him Sid—stopped by NYC for a far-too-brief visit. He’s had a damned interesting life: he grew up under rough conditions in Karachi, which had been turned into a war zone by rival ethnic gangs in the early 1990s. His father died when Sid was in […]
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The food business is notoriously brutal, but Cambodian refugee Jerry Ley has been through a special brand of restaurant hell. After surviving the Khmer Rouge regime, Jerry came to the United States in 1979, and eventually opened a tiny, beloved restaurant called Cambodian Cuisine in Fort Greene in the early 1990s—long before Fort Greene grew […] Read More >> |
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In my book, Bolivia earns some serious points just for the name of one of its national dishes, pique a lo macho. My Spanish is pretty rusty, but I think the (very) rough translation is something like “snacks like the macho” or “pickings of the manly man.” I’m pretty sure that the name comes from […] Read More >> |
