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"Thank you for not dying in our deli." By the way, we finally went to the Belly Delly deli, of "we don't like to deliver" fame. There was plenty of good food, literally available by the pound. We bought a couple of pounds and went upstairs to the seating area, where we were greeted by the following sign: Bridget took those pics, and these. Rupert Jee's Hello Deli from Letterman fame, and the Frozen Fruit Whippy sign Dave instructed him to post on show the night before.
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