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A Grill Like Dear Ol' Dad'sby Mimi Kopulos
One evening I craved something rich in omega-3 fatty acids: fried catfish. And I knew just where to go to satisfy my craving: Romanelli Grill.
I grew up a few blocks from Romanelli's. It'd been years since I'd eaten there, so the moment I walked in the front door I was struck by nostalgia. I'd usually gone there with my parents. My dad was a fish salesman, and every day after work he "stopped off" at Romanelli's for a couple of cold ones. I can still hear my mom shou ... ( Back to Article )
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