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Written by Matt Landau
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Tuesday, October 21 2008 |
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When I was about six, the thought of vegetables disgusted me. I remember one night sitting at the dinner table before a professional basketball game, when my father offered to reward me with one box of popcorn for every green bean I could throw down my hatch. I ended up finishing the entire plate and, true to his word, my dad bought me about twenty red and white boxes at the snack stand that sat lined up on our kitchen shelf like a series of unread novels.
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, October 21 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Tuesday, October 23 2007 |
We sat in the most enviable table of the night: a corner booth, rounded to afford views of the entire restaurant as the waiter refilled my glass with a Rioja that was, as he said, "as close as I've found to perfection". The meal was impressive, the service was spot on, and the ambiance like something out of a movie. But what I really wanted, was to tear off the blazer I was wearing and go buy a few kebabs from the street vendor outside.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Claire Saylor
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Monday, June 18 2007 |
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The parties in most Latin American countries don't pick up until midnight or later. In Panama's Calle Uruguay, a conglomerate of trendy night venues that boast anything from salsa to techno to classic rock, the street is a veritable mixing bowl of drunk, wealthy Panamanians and visiting foreigners. A brand of gastronomic entrepreneurs saw this mix of inebriated souls with the beer munchies as a calling, and decided to take to the streets to burden themselves with the task of feeding these insatiable cravings.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Tuesday, September 26 2006 |
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My toilet recently broke and I learned embarrassingly first-hand, the bother of planning one's day around his bodily functions. I have never been a fan of using public restrooms in that they have all the privacy and discretion of a CB radio plus I don't have many friends who allow me in their apartments, much less their bathrooms. This toilet dilemma led me to lament over various activities which I would be restricted from, most relevantly, drinking various Panama beers at my apartment.
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, September 06 2006 |
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Would I go back again? Prob. not Location: El Cangrejo (Via Argentina) Food: xx SERVICE: xx AMBIENCE: x PRICE: $ OVERALL: x
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Administrator
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Tuesday, July 18 2006 |
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Would I go back again? Hella (Location: Via Espana) FOOD: xxx SERVICE: xxx AMBIENCE: xx PRICE:$$ OVERALL:xxx
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Sunday, February 19 2006 |
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Would I go back again? Depends on how adventurous im feeling. (Location: El Carmen) FOOD: xx SERVICE: x AMBIENCE:xx PRICE:$ OVERALL:xxx
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Thursday, February 16 2006 |
 Would I go back again? Yes Location: San Miguelito) FOOD: xxx SERVICE: x AMBIENCE: does not exist PRICE:$ OVERALL:xxx
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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Written by Matt Landau
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Friday, February 10 2006 |
 Would I go back again? Yes (Location: El Cangrejo) FOOD: xxx SERVICE: xxx AMBIENCE:xx PRICE:$ OVERALL:xxx
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Last Updated ( Monday, August 11 2008 )
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