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This place is every
kiddy-toucher's dream. Wall to wall junior high girls flock to DT-UT
to drink strong coffee, eat the joint's famous s'mores and ruin $7,000
worth of orthodontia their poor parents had to hock the family heirlooms
to pay for. Mixed in with the adolescent faction is the yuppie mommy
with the night off from the kids, a couple sensitive dudes looking
for the yuppie mommies' yuppie husbands, and your general groups of
four women that can't seem to find a decent guy to date on a Saturday
night (imagine that). The place has the feeling of a giant episode
of Oprah, as women in comfortable sweaters sit around on couches with
their legs tucked underneath them, huge cups of steaming joe, and
that "there are no guys to see me eat it" brownie that could
certainly be classified as brick-like. If single guys had any sense,
they'd skip the night out with the boys trolling the idiotic bar scene,
change into their sensitive corduroys and set their phasers on "s'up."
We suppose this is also a good place to find a date to that eighth
grade dance at P.S. 136. [MF]
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