My first sip of Ovaltine was at a bakery in Chinatown. I liked it enough to buy my own jar of the powdered drink mix, but I would still buy a cup from a Chinese bakery in those times...
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When I stepped out of the quiet 110th Street 6 train subway station, it seemed unlikely that I would find a Michelin-quality private dining experience less than a block away. But just past the nondescript facade of the Food...
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