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Hannibal Lecter’s Last Meal


The fictional mass murderer once famously said, “A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.” Well, we might not know where to find him a human liver, but we sure know where to find the fava beans and the Chianti: at the North African bistro Nomad, where he can feast on the Egyptian street-food staple called foule (and pronounced “fool”), washed down with a very nice Chianti.