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johan jacobsson

Monday, July 19, 2004

Posted 1:18 AM by soundofsuburbia

LILEKS (James) Restaurant Postcards: "No one over 30 needs an introduction to these places; we have dim smoky memories of road trips with the folks, stopping at odd cafes and coffee shops en route to some distant destination. Since it was a trip, we usually got to order hamburgers. French fries. So did the adults, probably. That's what these places did best."

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