11TH & 4TH by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
This place has always seemed a lot more sinister from the outside than it actually is. Walking past it in my earlier years always reminded me of some seedy mob hangout, a la Goodfellas. I always secretly hope that when I look inside I’ll see three guys in suits standing around one of the pool tables, cigar smoke billowing from their mouths as they laugh raucously.
“Funny how?”
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