Bertucci’s

One of my favorite memories of this place is the day after the election, when – in despair – a pal and I snuck off in the middle of the day to down a beer and commiserate. Last night, we returned with the better half (!), catching up on the rest of the semester and family politics and shamanism.
How about Ariel? ­čśë

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