It was either the homemade kombucha or the vegan sushi hamburguesa, or it could have been the tofu scramble, or any of the roughly twenty-eight tacos from the tiny place on the corner with the goatee'd guy who did not judge us for our never-ending orders, mostly because he barely seemed to register our presence even though we came back two afternoons in…
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