Were I to run away from home for an afternoon, there would be worse places to go than the Roebling Inn. There’s draught beer, the park and water a few blocks away down Atlantic Avenue, cheese and crackers to munch on. Plus there’s a rack of recent magazines. If the bartender didn’t mind, I’d turn the window area into a little living room; read, stretch out, and watch the passers-by…
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