Month: April 2014

Book Review – The Great War by Peter Hart

The First World War is a virtually forgotten conflict in the United States. In fact, if there hadn’t been a World War II, I doubt many people would know it even took place. In The Great War, historian Peter Hart rectified this through an outstanding narrative history. He detailed many theaters of war on both land and sea. Utilizing primary sources including journals and letters from combatants on both sides of the conflict he gave readers a first-hand view. He varied his information in that he presented writings from generals in the high command to those of front line soldiers. This variety along with his detailed analyses greatly enhanced my understanding of the war.

This August will mark the 100th anniversary of the war’s advent making the book’s publication rather timely. The title came from the war’s original name. As Mr. Hart showed throughout the book, the First World War led to many military innovations. He described the devastating power of machine guns, tanks, aircraft and poison gas. These new weapons combined with outdated strategies led to casualty figures that still stagger the mind today.

…It is shocking to record that some 27,000 Frenchmen died on 22 August alone. This was an almost unprecendented slaughter in the long history of warfare. (Page 46)

He added the following observation of the same campaign.

French casualties during these failed offensives exceeded 200,000, of which over 75,000 were dead in just a few days of desperate fighting. (Page 48)

Of course, he cited the 57,470 casualties of which 19,240 soldiers the British lost on the first day of the Battle of the Somme. (Page 224)

Joseph Stalin once said that, “One death is a tragedy, but a million deaths is a statistic.” Hart understood that. He populated his narrative with letters home from common soldiers who didn’t survive the war. He related the following from a soldier to his wife and infant daughter.

I must not allow myself to dwell on the personal – there is no room for it here. Also it is demoralizing. But I do not want to die. Not that I mind for myself. If it be that I am to go, I am ready. But the thought that I may never see you or our darling baby again turns my bowels to water…My one consolation is the happiness that has been ours. (Page 218)

Captain Charles May wrote these words on the day before his death during the Battle of the Somme. “Small scale tragedies litter the history of war: sad reminders that the necessities of war ruin the lives of millions.” (Page 219) As horrible as this and other stories like it were to read, I appreciated the way Hart humanized the horrors of battle.

Hart also took a more modern view of the generals’ conduct during the conflict. The myth of the “chateau generals” has passed into popular folklore.  Hart explained how commanders such as Foch and Haig recognized the changing nature of warfare. They did their best to adapt their tactics to accommodate for it. I thought it very enlightening how the author pointed out that “the nature of coalition warfare” (or politics) forced generals to engage in battles that shouldn’t have been fought. It’s tough to blame the commanders who did the best they could in an impossible situation.

Hart presented commentary from soldiers and officers on both sides of the conflict. I thought his narrative would’ve been bolstered if he’d included sources from civilians. As he wrote, approximately 950,000 civilians died due to military actions during the war. Another 5,893,000 died from war-related famine or disease. (Page 468) I would’ve liked to hear non-combatants’ thoughts on this “war to end all wars.”

My Great-Grandfather Mike Stephany fought for the Americans in the First World War. In fact, I have a photo of him with his company across from my desk as I’m writing this. Since a close relation of mine served in the conflict I’ve always been curious to learn more about it. As Pop Mike passed away fourteen years before my birth, I never had the chance to ask him. Whenever I visit his grave at Beverly Memorial Cemetery I’m in awe of the rows and rows of markers that dot the landscape. Crafters of foreign policy must make many decisions. Whenever I look around the cemetery I’m reminded of the high cost that incurs when they make the wrong ones. I thank Peter Hart’s The Great War for making that point terribly clear.


Restaurant Review – Al Dente – Moorestown, NJ

I should’ve known I’d have issues with this place when I arrived. The menu listed the names of all the dishes in a language I didn’t understand. I discovered this after spending a good ten minutes figuring out how to unfold the menu. To be fair, a detailed explanation of the different dishes did appear in English, but still: I would’ve liked to see the list of options written with clarity.

Spaghetti happened to be one of the few names I recognized. (The official name was Spaghetti ai Carbonara.) As this was my first visit to Al Dente, I thought I’d try a traditional Italian standard. I ordered it with both sausage and meatballs. This meal sadly disappointed me. The menu described it as, “Made with pancetta, egg, parmigiano Reggiano, shallot, fresh basil and cracked three pepper served with spaghetti.” Perhaps, the words three pepper should’ve clued me in as to what I’d get. Let me be clear: I like Italian food and I enjoy condiments with a bit of a “kick” to them. I’ve often added peppers to spaghetti to spice it up, but this dish was so hot I couldn’t finish it. I don’t think I’ve ever had spaghetti either at home or while dining out and left some on the plate.  I’ve tried jalapenos and Thai peppers to name a few, but I’ve never sampled anything so searing.

The meal came with a choice of either soup or salad. While I normally choose the latter, I decided to try something different. I requested the Tuscan Bean Soup with Spicy Sausage. The sausage made Indian food taste as spicy as ice water. Unfortunately, it served as a harbinger of more to come.  I found the sausage uncomfortably hot. At one point I wondered if my teeth would melt. One of the gentlemen I dined with mentioned that bean soup usually has a thicker broth. I concurred. The soup was very light. I think a thicker one may have helped to ameliorate some of the temperature from the sausage.

Before the meal the servers brought bread and olive oil to the table. One of the diners in my group observed that the olive oil lacked flavor. Here’s where I turn into the Jebidiah Atkinson of WordPress. This diner showed much more tact than I can muster. I thought the olive oil as tasteless as the décor. Why use wine racks as a decoration at an establishment that doesn’t serve alcohol? It seemed very odd to me.

In the interest of balance, the other members of my group provided mostly positive feedback. The gnocchi, which I sampled as well, did have a tasty flavor to it. The appetizer portion could’ve been enough for an entire meal. Other diners raved over the freshness of the fish. One found the veal outstanding. He also expressed great satisfaction over the portion, as well.

I spoke to a woman who also ordered the spaghetti. She requested they not use too much sauce. She said her overall meal tasted okay, but the sausage still tasted very hot.

I found the service outstanding. The chef personally delivered one of my party’s dinners. This exceptional display of customer service impressed me. He apologized for taking so long to prepare the meal. I thought that very classy.

A lot of people think very highly of Al Dente. They would argue the dining experience contingent on what one orders. I have to respectfully disagree. I’m at a loss for words to describe an Italian restaurant that can’t prepare spaghetti properly. For that reason alone, I’m reluctant to recommend it.


Digging Moorestown

Everyone who’s ever been there “digs” Moorestown, but Dr. Ilene Grossman-Bailey does it literally. At the April 10, 2014 Meeting of the Historical Society of Moorestown, Dr. Grossman-Bailey, who currently serves as the Senior Archaeologist at Richard Grubb & Associates, Inc., shared the details of her 2011 – 2012 archaeological excavation of the area around Oldershaw Avenue. She enlightened the group about the finer details about the craft of archaeological surveying. For the Society’s benefit she emphasized the digs at the Madeira I and II sites; both of which took place in our own back yard, literally.

Dr. Grossman-Bailey commenced her remarks with a brief tutorial on archaeology. She defined the field as “the study of past cultures through material remains.” Three items that they investigate are sites of past human activities, artifacts and features. She defined a feature as an artifact that’s located in the ground. Some examples would include building foundations and outhouses. She explained that many interesting items have been extracted from the latter. (Apparently, ancient societies had their share of politicians and musicians, as well.) The criticality of understanding the context of different artifacts came up during the course of her lecture.

For the benefit of us amateurs, Dr. Grossman-Bailey explicated the nomenclature for archaeological projects. She used the Madiera I Site, number 28BU740, as an example. The “28” means the dig took place in New Jersey. The “BU” indicates the county, in this case, Burlington. The last three characters mean that this is the 740th registered site in the state. To date the New Jersey State Museum has registered over 6,000 of them.

We’ve all heard the tales of Indian sounds coming from the bottom of Stokes Hill on dark nights. Now we’ve got the proof these hunter-gatherers spent time in our present day neighborhood. Dr. Grossman-Bailey displayed some of the artifacts recovered. They included hammer stones, which ancient people used for making stone tools. In addition the team found two ceramic pieces. They dated one at 2000 years old. The other was a relative newcomer at only 500 years. Some of these objects showed signs of being heated in a fire. This proved that early inhabitants of the area used them for cooking.

The objects she spent the most time discussing were the small pipe fragments. Some of the ones she unearthed had the appearance of wood grain. They tend to be popular finds at archaeological digs. Interestingly, historians can’t agree on why ancients used them. Some speculate the pipes served as musical instruments. Others hypothesize archaic societies used them as part of a ritual. There are even some researchers who suspect the pipes might have been even been used for smoking. (Imagine that.)

Someone at the HSM Meeting asked Dr. Grossman-Bailey if anyone knew what the ancients smoked. Regrettably, the current testing method (called FTIR) hasn’t been able to identify the substances. This explained why the artifacts she brought to the meeting hadn’t been cleaned.  With the way that technology advances, the hope is that future scientist will have more advanced testing systems to determine the contents of the pipes.

In terms of actual excavation methods, Dr. Grossman-Bailey explained that archaeologists will perform a Phase I Survey which she defined as a general search over a wide area. From there a Phase II Survey will focus on a precise range where the team discovers artifacts. Afterwards, data recovery, or a Phase III Survey will commence. At the Mariera I and II sites in Moorestown, they recovered 500 artifacts. In terms of digging a team will go two to three feet down. Should they discover artifacts or features, they’ll excavate another foot.

Dr. Grossman-Bailey is the latest in a distinguished line of people interested in Moorestown’s ancient past. She discussed how local resident Dorothy Middleton collected and displayed archaeological finds from the surrounding area. She spent fifty years digging into our history and displayed the items from the 1920’s through the 1970’s. According to Dr. O. Kirk Spurr, Ms. Middleton “compiled the fourth largest collection of its type in North America” at her Thunderbird Museum. (This is from the advertisement for his book Dorothy’s Dream: Dorothy Middleton and Her Indian Artifact Museum. For those interested, it’s for sale on the American Society for Amateur Archaeology’s web site.)  Unfortunately, her collection was sold off following her passing.  

Dr. Grossman-Bailey dug up a lot of interesting pieces of Moorestown’s past. She shared them with the society both literally and figuratively. Interestingly, she suspects that her team didn’t excavate the entire site. Who knows? Some lucky Moorestown residents may soon discover the archaeological find of this century in his or her back yard. We can all dig that.



Book Review – The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton

E. M. Forster once wrote, “One tends to praise a long book because one has gotten through it.” With the greatest of respect to Mr. Forster, I wonder if he’d have expressed that sentiment had he read The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton.  What this book lacked in substance it made up for in volume coming in at a monumental 834 pages. I thought the overall premise dull and the amount of time it took to tie the whole story together ridiculously taxing. While awarded the 2013 Man-Booker Prize, this is not a book for everyone.

The novel began with a mystery involving a death in a cabin, an opium addicted prostitute and some missing gold. The story then developed through twelve different characters all of whom had some degree of involvement with at least one of the elements just mentioned. The signs of the zodiac served as the cohesive theme linking the whole narrative together, with each character and event having some relation to it. While this may appear interesting, I think the overall story itself fell short of the promise.

I didn’t enjoy the way the author presented the narrative. It took place in a New Zealand mining town in 1866. The writing style mimicked that of a nineteenth century author. It included the use of d—n as opposed to writing out the word damn. I found this to be annoying and a bit out of synch with the complete writing of words such as whore and prostitute. If the author intended to write a modern version of a Victorian novel, I would’ve appreciated more consistency.

As any modern writer knows, two things that good authors avoid are telling and back-story. Catton littered The Luminaries with an abundance of both. To make this even worse, she provided lots of back-story for all the characters. It distracted and took me away from the main story too often. I’m not going to cite examples. A reader can open to just about any page and see what I mean.

I thought some of the prose difficult to understand. Try unraveling this mind twisting paradox on page 502.

…if I am interested in those truths that are yet unknown, it is only so that they might, in time, be made known—or, to put it more plainly, so that in time, I might come to know them.

Did Eleanor Catton work as a speech writer for Donald Rumsfeld before becoming a novelist?

The book’s structure made it unnecessarily challenging to follow. I mentioned that events and characters in the book revolved around the signs of the zodiac. As if that didn’t make matters confusing enough, the author varied the last several chapters between the present and the past.  I read the entire book, but the last hundred pages tempted me to put it down. I thought they belabored a novel that cried out to be ended.

The overall concept required that the author utilize at least 12 characters. I really thought some of them could’ve been eliminated in favor of accelerating the plot. Specifically, I thought the roles played by Te Rau Tauwhare and Quee Long could’ve been assigned to other characters. It also would’ve shortened the book’s length. Unfortunately, the complexity forced the author to drag out a number of elements in order to include all these characters.

The Luminaries is not a book that would appeal to everyone. The author created a unique and sophisticated structure that sacrificed the quality of the story. I found the book unnecessarily long and dull. The pseudo-nineteenth century writing style didn’t help matters, either. But, maybe it’s me. After all, there’s a full moon tonight and Aries is in the descendant.   

Famous Historical Figure Visits Moorestown

The wife of one of the Founding Fathers visited the Historical Society of Moorestown on October 19, 2006. Deborah Read Franklin shared with the group stories about her life in pre-Revolutionary American society. Of course, her lecture would not have been complete without some remarks about her famous husband, the beloved Founding Father, Benjamin. Mrs. Franklin illuminated a side of Philadelphia’s most famous citizen that the history books have kept in the dark all these years.

With a pining look in her eyes, Mrs. Franklin described her first encounter with the man who would become her husband. She first met Benjamin on the very day of his arrival in the City of Brotherly Love. He was a young man of just 17 at the time. He looked rather disheveled as he made his way down High Street (now Market Street). He had just completed a long, arduous journey from Boston by way of New York and looking worst for wear. “It was love at first sight,” she said smiling.

“Young Ben was carrying three large loaves of bread under his arms,” Deborah said. When she asked why young Benjamin explained that he offered a baker a few coins for “biscuits”, as his often did in Boston. The proud baker became indignant. “We only sell fine bread here!”

“Well then give me this much worth of bread!” Benjamin retorted as he thrust the coins in the man’s direction. Young Ben didn’t know that the Philadelphia economy differed from that of Boston. He didn’t want to come across as provincial so when the baker handed him the three large loaves so he gladly accepted them.

The next time that Deborah saw Ben, she asked him what he did with all the bread. It certainly would have gone bad before he had time to eat it. (Mr. Franklin didn’t add his legendary girth until he was much older.) “I saw a woman and her young child who had been ship mates of mine. They were hungry so I gave the bread to them.”

Deborah also solemnly related the story of how devastated Benjamin felt when his mother-in-law passed away. She tragically fell into an open fire pit during a fit of apoplexy. This loss affected Ben greatly. It consumed him. He couldn’t accept that he had founded the city’s first fire company, but was powerless to save someone so close to him from its dangers. But the horrible tragedy inspired Ben to “make things better.” He invented the Franklin Stove which no doubt saved countless lives from the ravages of fire. Although Ben couldn’t save his mother-in-law, his invention no-doubt saved an incalculable number of other lives. Mrs. Franklin said that prior to the invention of Mr. Franklin’s stove, the second leading cause of death among women in Colonial America was infection caused by burns.

Deborah concluded her narrative by saying that Ben was such a successful businessman that he retired at the age of 42. At the time he happily told his wife: “Now, Debbie we can do all those things we never had time for.” Very shortly afterwards, the American Revolution entered into its incipient stages. Ben heeded the call of the new nation and travelled to England to fight against “taxation without representation.” Mrs. Franklin didn’t see her husband for the final ten years of her life. Sadly, she didn’t survive long enough to witness the independence of the United States that her husband worked to hard to achieve. She passed away in 1774.

Historian and actress JoAnn Tufo brought the character of Deborah Read Franklin to life. During the question period, an audience member asked Ms. Tufo if she believed Ben Franklin truly loved his wife. After all, his legendary reputation among the ladies of France persists to this day. Ms. Tufo replied that Benjamin was a widower long before he went to Paris. In keeping with the theme of revealing elements of Franklin’s character not captured by the history books, she said that Ben also happened to be a songwriter. One of his works still extant is a tune he penned about Debbie. “What greater sign of love is there than when a man writes a drinking song about his wife?” She asked.

Restaurant Review – Miller’s Ale House

            I never thought I’d write this about a bar/restaurant, but the Miller’s Ale House in Mount Laurel, NJ reminded me of the St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans. The bare, plain exterior appeared rather pedestrian. When I walked in a lavish interior that I’ll be telling the grand kids about greeted me.

            Miller’s Ale House had the most exquisite dining room I’ve ever seen at a bar/restaurant. A gilded tint settled over the entire area. I’m not sure what material comprised the countertop on the bar. It was very smooth and decorated with what I would describe as gold bubbles.

            I think the ratio of big screen televisions to beers on tap close to 1:1. I applaud the management for figuring out this formula. Due to the size of the room this guaranteed all patrons an unobstructed view of at least one screen. With the state of modern Philadelphia sports franchises, they also guaranteed an appropriate amount of alcohol on hand for fans.

            A lot of places get a little tacky or go into overdrive when it comes to things they hang on the walls. The décor at Miller’s Ale House avoided this trap. They displayed numerous photos of famous sports figures. While ubiquitous, they arranged them in such a way that didn’t seem cluttered. Uniforms of Philadelphia sports legends Tug McGraw and Bobby Clarke hung on display, as well. As Miller’s Ale House has establishments located throughout the country, I liked the way they made this one fit in with the local community.

            The other decorations that caught my attention were the petrified fish located throughout the building. I noticed a swordfish, a shark, and a barracuda among others. They may have been engaging in some subliminal advertising here. It put me in the mood for some seafood.

            I ordered an iced tea and the Seafood Medley. The menu described it as, “Shrimp, Scallops, Clams, Mussels, Calamari, Scallions and Tomatoes Sautéed in Garlic Sherry Butter Sauce over Linguini.” The superb quality of this meal surprised me. I’ve eaten in New Orleans, Myrtle Beach, and Atlantic City among other shore areas. This Miller’s Ale House had the freshest tasting seafood I can ever remember having. I can’t believe I’m writing this about a bar/restaurant in suburban South Jersey!

            At first I thought the pasta tasted a little plain. Then I realized that’s the way linguini is supposed to taste. While the meal contained a good dose of garlic, the preparer didn’t drown it in sauce. This allowed me to savor the true flavor of the seafood and pasta. Due to the quality of the seafood, the chef made a wise decision here.  

            Based on the portion and quality I thought the meal reasonably priced at $13.99. The iced tea came in a glass with the diameter close to that of a telephone pole. For these reasons I felt like I got great value for what I spent.

            I found the customer focus at Miller’s Ale House exceptional. The staff conducted themselves very professionally. My server was friendly, prompt and courteous. At one point the manager came over to ask me if I needed anything. It showed me that this establishment values good customer service as much as I do.  

            As always when I visit a new place to eat, I evaluated the men’s room prior to dining. (As I’ve written before: “If the bathrooms are filthy, just what does the kitchen look like?”) Not only were the facilities clean I found them state-of-the-art. From the hands free faucets to the Dyson Air Dryer, this place applied cutting edge modern sanitation methods.

            The only criticism I can offer involved the Miller’s Ale House web site. It displayed the calorie counts for everything on the menu. I knew pasta was rich in calories, but I didn’t realize just how many it contained. Now I don’t have an excuse not to go jogging today. Granted, I can’t blame the restaurant for that one.

            I enjoyed my trip to Miller’s Ale House. The restaurant served good food, had great service, and at reasonable prices. The décor made the place more inviting as well. The Philadelphia sports memorabilia made the environment more “homey.” All these elements combined to make my time there fun and enjoyable.


Restaurant Review – Cross Culture: Fine Indian Cuisine

            For years I’ve been looking for a way to satisfy my hunger while at the same time alleviating seasonal spring allergies. As I strolled down King’s Highway in Haddonfield, NJ this April, I found the solution. It appeared in the form of Cross Culture: Fine Indian Cuisine. I stepped into the restaurant expecting to see a lot of maize on the menu. I then realized this establishment specialized in food from the Subcontinent of India and not Native Americans. In spite of my initial confusion, I decided to stick around for lunch. After all, I’d heard that Indian food possessed a reputation for a “spicy” flavor. As I battled the twin maladies of hunger and sinus congestion, I figured I’d address both at the same time.

            Upon visiting an eatery for the first time I check out the Men’s Room. Someone once admonished me, “If the bathroom’s in bad shape, what does the kitchen looks like?” I felt very relieved to see that the bathroom wasn’t simply clean; I would call it elegant. Dark blue tiles covered the walls from waist level to the floor. On the wall above them appeared sketchings drawn against a beige back-drop. On one side of the room a drawing of a branch decorated the wall, on the other a mermaid. They designed the sink in the shape of a large bowl. I don’t mean to gush about this, but I don’t regularly visit rest rooms I would classify as “beautiful”.

            I thought the dining room ambiance outstanding. Decorative strips of cloth hung on the walls to give a true flavor of India. I really liked that authentic Indian music played on the loudspeaker. Whenever I go to a restaurant that features non-American cuisine I like to get a sense of the culture where the food originated. I truly received that at Cross Culture. I give them major kudos for getting that done.

            I started my feast with a Masala Ice Tea. I’d never eaten Indian before. To my surprise this drink served as my first introduction to that legendary “spicy” flavor. I didn’t expect that from a cold beverage. I really savored the sharp flavor of the tea leaves. While it tasted unique, I do like strong caffeinated beverages.  When the time came I did get a refill.

            I decided to start my meal with a bowl of Mulligatawny Soup. The menu described it as “an Anglo-Indian invention of split pea soup.” I quickly realized how Indian food earned it reputation for spiciness. While spicy, I could still discern the flavor of the peas. The preparers also put a lemon in the soup which added some bitterness to offset the spices.

I’ve had my share of pea soup over the years and have found it rather plain. I can’t believe I’m writing this, but Mulligatawny Soup tasted very flavorful, and dare I use the word, interesting. It reminded me of Snapper Soup with a drop of Sherry, but much more tasty.

I received bread with my meal, but not the kind I’m used to. Cross Culture served a flat bread with garlic. I’d compare it to a white pizza only without the cheese. It had just the right amount of garlic. I could taste it, but at the same time, it wouldn’t lead to a mass extermination of vampires if I breathed on them.  I’ve noticed a lot of Italian places tend to overload meals with garlic.  This Indian establishment didn’t fall into that trap.

Then the time for the main course arrived. It’s not often that I can describe a meal as both delicious and entertaining. I ordered the Tandoori Special. It consisted of Lamb, Tandoori Chicken, Chicken Malai Kebab and Chicken Tikka. The server gave it to me on a hot plate. I’ve received meals on hot plates before, but this one pushed the envelope. I got to see something I’ve never witnessed in all my years of dining out. The chicken was a bright red hue. Smoke poured off of it. This went on for a good several minutes. As time passed I felt relieved they didn’t seat me under a fire sprinkler.

Once the smoke cleared—literally—I took a bite. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never eaten chicken this tender. For comparison I thought it more tender than the lamb. That stunned me. I didn’t think it possible to prepare chicken like that. I also experienced a shock in that neither the chicken nor the lamb tasted spicy.

The meal came with two sauces for dipping. One was a sweet prune sauce which verily lived up to its description. For comparison’s sake, Easter candy tastes about as sugary as a hot dog compared to this sauce. I thought it very good, though. The server said most patrons combine it with the spicy appetizers. I tried it with my meats and liked it.

My server recommended the second dipping sauce for meats.  As he informed me it had a “bit of a kick to it.” I believe he referred to it as a mint chutney sauce. It contained yogurt, of all things, and still tasted spicy. For the second time during the same meal, I learned something about food I never would’ve thought possible.

As I wrote before, all the meats tasted very tender. I enjoyed them both with and without the sauces.

My meal also included white rice. People who don’t like spicy foods would enjoy that the most. It tasted like plain rice.

I’ve made a lot of references to the food being spicy. I didn’t think it “too” spicy, however. I noticed that I didn’t touch my water the entire meal. I drank the iced tea which also had a sharp taste to it. I didn’t feel a burning sensation in my mouth and my stomach didn’t get upset at any point during or after eating. I enjoy food with a good pop to it, and I didn’t think anything overly hot. Cross Culture got it just right.

            Based on the sizes of the portions I thought the prices a little high. To be fair to Cross Culture, they are a fine dining establishment. I didn’t feel slighted or cheated. I certainly enjoyed my meal and didn’t leave hungry.

According to Cross Culture’s menu, Zagat rated them “excellent.” I agree with that assessment. I felt very satisfied and relished the opportunity to learn about food from another society. All the spicy foods cleared my sinuses during allergy season, so that served as an added bonus. For anyone looking for an interesting dining experience, I’d strongly encourage him/her to “spice” up his/her diet with some fine Indian cuisine. Take the opportunity to cross cultures in Haddonfield, New Jersey.