Just up the block from where I live in Chicago is an upscale Irish bistro that I visit regularly, though I wouldn’t call myself a frequent customer. A friend and I usually eat there in the early evening. Not once have we had a bad meal, and the martinis are exquisitely dry.Immediately as we enter, the hostess greets us warmly, remembering us even though we might not have been there for a month. We’ve been going there since the restaurant opened three years ago and always have the same ...
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