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Chatham Village Cafe, Chatham, MA USA

We were hungry after walking around the elbow of Chatham. My first time in Cape Cod, Chatham was one of those places I had heard wonderful things about. It seemed like paradise on The Cape… that was before I went, of course. “Tourist Central” probably would be a more accurate appellation. Yes, it was beautiful, […]

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Café Fleur De Lis, New Orleans, LA USA

“Thank god Josh sent me in the wrong direction,” I thought, clutching my new pair of shorts as I headed to the chosen brunch spot. Packing in haste had left me with only pants – not the best outerwear for Jazz Fest, and walking around New Orleans I was already sweating even before we made […]

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Cafe Beignet, New Orleans, LA USA

When I learned we had dinner reservations confirmed for 10pm, I knew I needed food before the gang arrived. They were still at Jazz Fest and I had at least 4 hours before eating anything. No club sandwich on the in room dining menu, I would have to find my dish of choice elsewhere. Walking […]

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Zoe’s Kitchen, Atlanta, GA USA

I had just left Chuy’s. We were down in Atlanta for my friend’s wedding, and his father, Bruce, had mentioned Chuy’s after I had expressed my interest in investing in restaurant chains. Low and behold when I typed their stock symbol into Google, a location 15 min away popped up. I didn’t feel like Mexican, […]

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California Pizza Kitchen, Boston, MA USA

Boylston street was closed in Boston. What a nightmare. We were trying to make it from Brookline to Boston’s Theater District to celebrate Rachel’s grandmother’s 90th birthday, and all we could find was roadblocks followed by traffic. Make a U turn, find the same thing. I put my drivers cap on and meandered around Beacon […]

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Cosi 30th Street Station, Philadelphia, PA USA

I woke up in Philly angry my hotel didn’t have a club sandwich… an independent, boutique hotel, without a club just didn’t make sense. The Latham’s biggest disappointment. And as we made our way to the train station, my hunger and lust for a club, which in reality started the night before when I got […]

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