2:47 A.M. at the Magnolia Cafe, Then and Now
The same South Congress booth where a night-shift nurse once taught me how to actually eat a breakfast taco without wearing it still has the cigarette burn from 1998; last night the migas ran $15.50, the refill came with a prompt for digital feedback, and the only person not staring into a screen was the cook who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
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