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Having noticed a lack of the usual “Live jazz weekends!” advertisements in Creme’s front window, I stopped in yesterday evening and asked the waitress what happened. “Oh, yes,” she said, looking honestly sad. “We really needed that stage space to put tables. The dinner crowd has really been growing.”
Thus, irony rears its ugly head: Creme’s success has unwittingly killed the best reason for going there. Although the cheeseburgers still seem to be delicious….