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The Last Supper at Joe Jr’s

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July 3, 2009, Sixth Avenue and 12th Street.  

“Over the years we didn’t know each other by name, but by where we sat, and what we ordered. Since 1976, Joe Jr’s was a neighborhood hearth—a club almost. I never even ordered; Raoul behind the grill would bark, ‘Eggs? Or BLT?’ He always made the decision. Then suddenly, it ended: The landlord wanted Joe’s owner, Teddy Hondros, and his sons Nick and Gregory out, and he worked fast. At one o’clock on July 4, when I learned Joe’s would be closing at three, we were all there. The meal lasted about a half an hour. I had a BLT, whiskey down, as usual, for the last time.”

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