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 I live in Austin, Texas, a wonderful city which, having both a large yuppie population and heavy Tex-Mex influence, is a most unfortunate place to be a cilantro hater. Recently I went to a well-known pizza joint (pizza, folks: not a food genre where one would even think to be on cilantro alert) and ordered a delicious-looking garlic bread with olive oil, cheese, whole cloves of garlic and what looked like spinach. I took one bite and instantly felt I was chewing on ripe laundry. Those wilty green leaves weren't spinach at all, but STEAMED CILANTRO! On "Italian" food! What's next, cilantro ice cream?







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