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 | | Spitak Bakery in East Hollywood is almost as unprepossessing in appearance as in name: an angled window and a narrow door in a brown brick façade, on a tired stretch of Hollywood Boulevard where aging brick hotels loom over sunbleached asphalt and yellowing parkway strips. |
 | | The neighborhood, however, is livelier than a first glance might indicate, with a healthy mix of elderly and twenty-, thirty-, and forty-somethings of every color, most of them immigrants, many of them hip and highly literate, as well as a burgeoning coffeehouse scene where all mix together in raucous harmony. |
 | | The proprietors--a short, plump, friendly lady of a certain age, and an older and very rough-looking gentleman--barely speak English, and the entire public area of the establishment consists of one room about the size of an apartment kitchen, in which there is but a single table, two deli cases, and a counter. |
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