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| - Whenever I feel like pretending I'm part of a community -- you know that thing that has babies in strollers intermingling with cranky old ladies, dog-walkers, and stray cats -- I drag my misanthropic ass to Mitzi's cafe for breakfast or lunch.
The homey place is small, friendly, loosey-goosey, and always packed. Expect to have a solid meal, expect to see many women who are expecting, expect to get service with a smile, but don't expect that smile to come very quickly, the staff is quite overrun.
Mitzi's has good omelet specials and always has a selection of fresh juices, such as raspberry apple, or mango banana.
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