By Andrea Joy Dizon Toni Beaino was twenty years old, and Lebanon was at war. The year was 1975. Bombs fell, borders shifted, and an entire country lurched into a civil conflict that would grind on for fifteen years. Most people looked for cover. Toni looked for a stall. He found one in Jounieh, a coastal town just north of Beirut. The setup was bare-bones: a wood-fired oven, a handful of ingredients, and hands that knew exactly what to do with …
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