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Cava: Comfortably Cradled in Cleavage

My Timbers Army buddy Joe Joe, he of tiny stature and big heart, worked at Cava for years, until very recently, and was always trying to get me in there. I resisted for a long time, for the Foster Powell Triangle is not my favorite place to hang in SE, though not as bad as other areas with which I am familiar: the DQ next to the Jesus Complex on SE Duke certainly wins for that classic ghetto cocktail of meth heads, religious zealotry, fatty foods and idle teenagers.

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