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	<title>Comments on: Austin Again</title>
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		<title>By: Mr.Dave</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cowan and Lobel&#039;s ....ahhh memories. I grew up on their apricot chicken fingers and peasant bread. My parents probably went there 2 or more times a week (we lived fairly close to Stuyvesant Plaza).  However, looking back through my child&#039;s eyes, I don&#039;t believe that Mr. Fussy would have been all that impressed. But for its day, it was the destination for &quot;gourmet&quot; type food in the area. Plus it was a haunt of the demon spawn herself, Rachel (shudder) Ray (shudder). BTW, I actually knew the young lass who supposedly brought the operation down with her feminine wiles, this was a story of seduction that I need not get into here. Locals will know what I am talking about.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cowan and Lobel&#8217;s &#8230;.ahhh memories. I grew up on their apricot chicken fingers and peasant bread. My parents probably went there 2 or more times a week (we lived fairly close to Stuyvesant Plaza).  However, looking back through my child&#8217;s eyes, I don&#8217;t believe that Mr. Fussy would have been all that impressed. But for its day, it was the destination for &#8220;gourmet&#8221; type food in the area. Plus it was a haunt of the demon spawn herself, Rachel (shudder) Ray (shudder). BTW, I actually knew the young lass who supposedly brought the operation down with her feminine wiles, this was a story of seduction that I need not get into here. Locals will know what I am talking about.</p>
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