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[hr][center][sup][color=cadetblue][b]HAVEN BAR AND GRILL IN MIDTOWN.
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I step through the front door of Haven, immediately basking in the atmosphere: the dinner crowd filling every seat in the house, the sound of scattered conversations drowning out the live games on the TVs, the smell of every dish on offer being cooked up in the kitchen. A smile makes its way onto my face as I remember the weekends spent as a kid, sitting at a table with a stack of comics and dad's iPod while he tended the bar and mom was flying around the city. She'd drop in sometimes on dad's breaks if nothing was going on and we'd have lunch together as a family.