Somehow I tore myself away from untangling a plastic slinky (and yeah, it’s already tangled again) to share, dear reader(s?), my impressions of two new-to-me Hope Street dining establishments.
This week, I changed my route to work.
I’ve followed the same basic path for the past nine years. Regardless of my point of origin (home, school, camp, some random guy’s apartment*), it’s fairly easy. Navigate to High Ridge. Merge into Summer. Stop at my Starbuck’s (that’s right, it’s my Starbuck’s). Right onto North, left onto Washington. Proceed.
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