Oliver and I went to Baba’s for supper one night last week, his first time there, what with it being primarily a bar and all. I have a good meal every time I eat at Baba’s, and during the day and early evening it’s almost never crowded, so you have the place to yourself (and the ghosts of musicians past).
The service is always good too; this is to be expected from a person named “Night Bartend,” of course, who was presumably being groomed for the position since birth.
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