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Posted on Sunday, Jul 17, 2011
On a balmy Wednesday eve in the Italian Market, Pascual "Pat" Cancelliere was perched on a vacant sidewalk produce stand trying to tune a guitar he had no business touching. For one thing, it was clear he had no idea what he was doing, as I borrowed the dissonant instrument from his hands, quickly whipped it into tune and plucked a little ditty. I was more concerned, though, about my dinner: Why was the chef sitting out in front of his restaurant at 7:30 p.m?
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