a scene from the collective: two grizzled whitebeards stand at an impasse of politeness -- one outside, one inside the doorway -- until finally one gives way and goes through first. as the loser strolls through into paradise, the victor claps him on the shoulder and reveals the source of his profound respect: "you had the bigger beard." o, berkeley, how i miss thee.
fresh corn, onion, pasilla peppers, mozzarella and feta cheeses, garlic, cilantro, and key lime. it might be the cruelest thing to do to a person, to make him wait outside.
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