I spotted a bunch of chocolate bars from Cuba. I mentioned to a British man that for Americans, such chocolate would be forbidden fruit, as we are not allowed to buy Cuban chocolate, rum, cigars or anything else. He initially didn't know what I meant, and I find Europeans are regularly surprised to be reminded of this prohibition…perhaps because it seems so odd for Americans to make policy like this which seems so petty and pointless.
Geppetto's spaghetti pie is not technically pie: it's more like lasagna made with thin spaghetti. There's cheese mixed in, and a hint of herbs, and it's served in a wedge, though there's no actual pie crust.
Harissa and mayo were applied directly to a warmed flour tortilla; on top of that went with what looked like a Kraft single, torn in half, followed by lettuce and tomato halves, then kofte and a fistful of French fries. Folded into an oblong envelope, this was admittedly more burrito than a taco. The whole shebang was griddled on a Panini press, which the young man reoriented once to give the surface a grid pattern.
About three years ago, I sold my car, which reduced our household fleet to one vehicle. So we started taking the train when we went downtown for dinner, which is usually several nights a week. What a revelation that was!