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My mother is in visiting from Minnesota for tests at Sloan Kettering, and though it ain't exactly fancy i thought we'd go for a casual dinner at the Soup Burg, which is where my friends and I have passed many a two eggs any style breakfast recovering from the midweek excesses of nights before. Sad to see it closed, this was the first chilly night of autumn. It was the kind of place John King had in mind when he wrote this song. |
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SOUP BURG | 71st and 2nd | 980722 |
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