After 101 years, the doors close on L.A.'s Original Pantry Cafe

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My favorite greasy spoon. R.I.P.

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I remember the plates of cole slaw and the sourdough loaf with butter squares they would put on your table as soon as your butt hit the booth seat. And those fried potatoes, crisp and nearly burnt on one side. The hamburger steak was my go-to, because paying $25 for a T-bone was out of my budget range back then.

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