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| - Another poem (although not by popular demand...it's just the voices in my head demanding attention:)
I stopped for some lunch at the old Orange Table,
They always have savory food,
It was crowded as hell (even in summer),
So the service was not very good;
The wait staff is hip and they sort of act cool,
By their looks, I could tell I was not,
I was wearing a golf shirt and old cargo shorts,
They just didn't think I was hot;
They chatted with friends, and hung out in the kitchen,
But they did bring my soup, hot and tasty,
And a good turkey sandwich with lettuce and mayo,
The bread was just right, thick and crusty
So would I return to the tables of Orange?
Oh sure, they are right in my 'hood,
The food is just fine, all fresh and well made,
But I'd have to be in a great mood:)
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