A cold gust of wind more or less blew us down the steps and through the front door of Danny’s Grand Sea Palace on West 46th Street. As I unwrapped the scarf from my neck, I noticed a small, old woman in a yellow twin set carefully dismount her high stool, pick up the dirty plate and silverware she’d just finished using, and place them in …
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