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{Usually, one of my sushi cravings can be sated with a fresh spicy tuna roll and quality sashimi. But when I crave Cafe Mochi, nothing but a Volcano Roll will do. A shrimp tempura roll corrals a hot tangle of broiled crab, scallions and noodles in a spicy mayo. True, it deviates from the traditional definition of sushi, but after the first bite of warm, crunchy, crabby goodness, I couldn’t care less.}
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{I never understood why my boyfriend, who is a Turkish citizen, was never satisfied with any restaurant’s baklava. Then he gave me a piece of Özel Kare Baklava from A?ina Baklava, a friend’s family shop in Turkey. A sweet, sticky layer of verdant ground pistachios is sandwiched between thin, buttery pastry that is so light, it melts the moment it touches my tongue. Since I can’t find A?ina in the U.S., I try to ration the pieces he brings back as long as possible. You know, like a day or two.}
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{I keep claiming I’m not a fan of IPAs, but I may need to rethink my position. The “drink my words” moment came at Eclipse when I tried a sample of Evil Twin Molotov Cocktail. This unbelievably smooth American Double/Imperial IPA was bright with hops, but they didn’t assault my palate as I expected a strong IPA to do. Words of caution: At 13 percent ABV, this beer isn’t called a Molotov Cocktail for nothing.}
This article appears in Guide to the Holidays 2013.




