I have a real soft spot for Kitchen Galerie Bis (KGB). Twenty months ago, I broke my arm in dramatic fashion while exiting the funeral of a dear friend. A few days later, wanting to put something in my belly and get out of the house, I booked a table at KGB. When I arrived, the problem dawned on me - with one arm in a sling, I couldn’t actually cut my f…
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