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| - Everyone at the counter was extremely friendly, and gave good suggestions. I had the Honey Bacon Ham sandwich, and the clam chowder.
The sandwich was ok, but nothing about which to write home.
The chowder, however, was a different story. Peppery, creamy, rich, with a deep smoky flavor; it may be the best thing I've ever eaten. Seriously, if there was only one bowl of it left on Earth, and Sofia Vergara told me she would have sex with me in exchange for it, I'd tell her to piss off. I'm sitting here, staring at the last droplets in my bowl, wondering if the other dinners would notice if I just stuck my face in the bowl and started licking. I would sell a testicle for more of this. Fortunately, they take amex, so it won't come to that, yet. I never understood addiction until today. I now know what it is like to have a substance consume all of my thoughts.
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