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My mother is in visiting from Minnesota for tests at
Sloan Kettering, and though it ain't exactly fancy i thought we'd go for
a casual dinner at the Soup Burg, which is where my friends and I have passed
many a two eggs any style breakfast
recovering from the midweek excesses of nights before. Sad to see
it closed, this was the first chilly night of autumn. It was the kind
of place John King had in mind when
he wrote this
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