Monday, March 02, 2009


During my many visits to the Middle East, I had the honor to be fêted in the court of an Ottoman potentate. A classmate, he had returned to rule his native land.

Politically acute and a lavish entertainer, he was a beloved leader... and most sought-after by the ladies. He was famous for his dinner parties, at which he would invariably serve tête d’agneau, the dish from which he took his sobriquet.

As guest of honor, it would fall to me to eat the eyes. Refusal would be an insult, and I’d never insult my old friend... the Sheepshead Bey.

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