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I went inside Barney Greengrass to take a look around. The habitues of the place, like inductees into some obscure private brotherhood, put down their coffee and morning papers and shot me a conspiratorial look as if to say, “Don’t tell too many people about this place and spoil our little secret here.” Behind a counter, a worker sliced a large piece of fish.
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