My kingdom for an egg cream
Jun 27, 2019
2 minutes
When I was 13, my family drove from New Jersey to Florida. Curiously, one of my most vivid memories of that trip was something I ate in a roadside diner in Georgia. Pointing down at the unfamiliar, deep-fried lumps accompanying my meal, I exclaimed, “What on earth are those?”
An older man at the next table chuckled and, in a Georgia drawl
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