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So, Christopher left his electric toothbrush at our house this weekend. Instead of running out and buying a new one (hurray for willpower!) he arranged to meet me where 287 meets 78 in NJ for a custody exchange (of toothbrush, that is) on Tuesday night.
As we were on the cell phones, speeding towards our meeting point, he put me in charge of scoping out a restaurant.
So, we ended up in Bedminster, at Trattoria Mediterranea. (The alternative seemed to be a place with a sports bar. My opinions on sports bars are unprintable but can be summed up as 'not unless their clams are less than $2/dozen'.)
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As we were on the cell phones, speeding towards our meeting point, he put me in charge of scoping out a restaurant.
So, we ended up in Bedminster, at Trattoria Mediterranea. (The alternative seemed to be a place with a sports bar. My opinions on sports bars are unprintable but can be summed up as 'not unless their clams are less than $2/dozen'.)
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