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"I make a lot more things from scratch at this location," Naster boasted, "than I ever did at the old place."
It's so much work, I wanted to say. But I held my tongue. "Retirement," Naster had told me, "is for the birds. I missed the people and all the action."
They don't make restaurateurs like Naster anymore. And when he's gone, I worry that there won't be a new generation of diner owners who care enough to make their own salad dressings and rolls. Jerry's Café, you see, is a slice of history. Better taste it before it vanishes forever.