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| | The New Journal: Endnote: What I Saw at the Revolution (Volume 30, Number 5, April 24 1998) |
 | | I was actually beginning to feel like “the union” when there, on 80th Street, shimmering in the heat mirage of the horizon, stood the Cats of gourmet food, Zabars. |
 | | The parade passed by as I sampled a few crackers and some tangy goat cheese, ignoring the “take one, please” looks of Zabars managers, who asked if they could help me between Spanish directives barked at the line of beleaguered cashiers. |
 | | First the strawberry fields, now Zabars: cosmically connected by a mysterious lack of plumbing facilities. |
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