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The best (ie worst) thing about it was that my friends were already there, and the bar wasn't busy/crowded. There were several empty tables. Perhaps reserved for VIPs?

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Never made it to ISMB or Jack's or Ding Ho for that matter - before my time. And I for one couldn't mourn the Abby's passing. But let it be said, to its street credit, nobody refers to Bukowski's as "the place where Jae's used to be."

Perhaps Stefani was in town?

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