Three nights. Three of the world's best chefs. Sixteen global gastro-travelers. The most coveted dinner ticket of 2012.
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I moved to Astoria on a February day, when the daffodils were in full bloom and the snow was on the red, red roses. I didn't need a green thumb to figure out what had been staring me in the face: These flowers were fakes.
At the end of Hazen Street, where the cars on Astoria Boulevard whoosh by like rockets, a garden center grows.
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