The line snaked out the door and my fitness trainer caught me positioned on it....but so was he. There are pleasures here (guilty and less guilty) and fresh old school Italian bread, the kind my uncles friend Joe Scootch (aka tease) would have liked. And the baked chicken with mozzarella cheese and black olives and sweet peppers and horseradish sauce and tomato slices and shredded lettuce was more than good.
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