My Nana was a stickler for tearing salad greens into uniform, "bite-size" pieces. She despised floppy leaves that slopped dressing when maneuvering unwieldy ingredients into her mouth. Enter the ...
It has come to this: chopped salad in a drugstore. It’s the final frontier for a lunchtime fad that started in the city’s fine-dining restaurants, spread to delis and cafes, and took a downward dip to ...
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