I hate flan. There, I said it. I don’t know how I survived two summers in Spain, completely surrounded by flan-lovers. (Fortunately, there were also churros and chocolate.) Actually, my Puerto Rican relatives liked flan, too. And although that veritable chronicle of Latin cuisine, Cook’s…
Horrible holiday lunch today the Upper East Side. Possibly I was crabby at being made to schlepp to the other side of Central Park; more likely it was the mediocre food in a very tight space. What was bugging everyone else is anyone’s guess.
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