It so happens that my restaurant buddy Edgar and I went to this funky Lebanese place somewhere in the middle of Manhattan (I was starving so much after a long concert that the precise location remains a little fuzzy – besides it was night time and all avenues look the same to me).

With the panache imparted to him by his Tripolitan origins, Edgar ordered a number of

More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Brussel sprouts with pomegranate molasses dressing