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| - Paoli Foods has an attached Paoli Cafe, not to be confused with the excellent Paoli Schoolhouse Cafe or Paoli Brat Haus. Paoli Foods, as a name, seems like something of a euphemism; there's a ziplock bag of beans on this shelf, one of rice on another, a jar of preserves here and three jars of honey there; nothing that screams "delicious; take me home with you!" The Cafe, however, is definitely a euphemism. The menu is scotch-taped to the counter. If you ask about the soup, the person behind the counter will point to a freezer behind you and tell you to get one yourself (I guess they'll microwave it for you, though I wasn't brave enough to find out). I ordered an omelette, which must have had a bit or two of pepper jack cheese in it because one of the bites I took had a hint of heat. It more or less looked like eggs with diced tomatoes and mushrooms inside, which at least looked fresh. There was also sausage (by mistake, and I'm glad I'm not vegetarian or this would have been a big problem). Even though I saw two loaves of freshly baked bread, the piece that came with my omelette was older than those. The atmosphere looks like the place your grandmother may have played bingo at in 1982, complete with dated furniture and hard to miss dirty, worn out upholstery. I told the friend who found this online and suggested going that she's not allowed to pick restaurants any more.
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