I’m shooting a movie scene in a couple days, and I’m eating as though I’m preparing for the lead role in “Bridget Jones’ Diary.” Whenever I visit my friend David here in Murray Hill, I eat myself sick on sweets from the Indian shops on Lexington Avenue. Barfi is essentially a sugary gut brick, made with finely ground nuts and heavy cream. Resistance is futile.

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