This story was originally published in 2018.
Nothing gets a true Jerseyan’s tears flowing quicker than reminiscing about a beloved long-gone restaurant. It may have been the place their parents took them every week as a kid. The place that made the best chicken parm or crab cakes or egg sandwiches or whatever. Where the waitresses greeted you by name. You still have a menu or matchbook or postcard from the place, and you’re not giving it up for anything.
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