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Coffee cups clatter on saucers, silverware clinks across heavy porcelain plates, bacon sizzles and pops on a nearby griddle, laughter bubbles up from table to table across Harry’s. It’s a Saturday morning, and I’m sitting in a sun-drenched room with a fat blueberry waffle staring up at me and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice squatting happily next to it. My breakfast companion is tearing animatedly into his Greek omelet, a riot of color on its plate. The day is young, and the food is delicious…[ read more…]