A restaurant in Portland.
Used to have really good minestrone.
Made in a five-gallon coffee maker.
On the bar.
Good soup.
May not even be in business anymore.
If it is I hope Krysti Nome doesn't blow it up.
It's such a charming little vestige of a building out where dreams end and nightmares begin.
It would be sad to lose it as we metamorphose.
Probably already have.
Really.
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