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A legendary cheap eat of a place, the portly line cook ordered me to fill the sandwiches for the waiting audience. When I was finished, she took one cold look at them and said mockingly: “Are we at war? Are these rations? Do them right!”
She stood over me to ensure they were completed to her satisfaction. I couldn’t believe the final size of them. I frankly marveled that any one individual could be offered such a store of plenty. Because as anyone who has ever spent a 10-minute break in the Monaghan bus station caf