There's just something about Beverly Hills that makes the SJG all fuzzy and nostalgic, especially when I'm with my dad. Yesterday, we entered Nat n' Al's, and it all came back: little me, staring up at all the goodies behind glass, while Dad ordered a Sunday morning feast. Lox, bagels and cream cheese. It was our Saturday afternoon tradition. I always loved to tag along with him. I still do, only now, I'm the one behind the wheel, searching for a parking spot.
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