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<topic>
  <id>285989</id>
  <title>Urban Archaeology</title>
  <published_at>Sat Mar 14 18:18:45 -0800 1998</published_at>
  <post_count>1</post_count>
  <board>
    <id>27</id>
    <name>General Chowhounding Topics</name>
  </board>
  <posts>
    <post>
      <post>
        <level>0</level>
        <id>1532983</id>
        <content>The old Triangle Hofbrau in Richmond Hill is now a 
Russian place called Little Europe. Same decor, same 
amazing poster with recipe for Choucroute on a wall 
now obscured. Food not interesting. But...
A kind owner led me upstairs to an entire abandoned 
dusty rotting floor where amenu from the Hofbrau, 
from the early 1940s was found. Unbelievable variety 
and tenor of life alluded to. Imagine, for potatoes 
alone once they offered:
Home Fried or Saute, Between the Acts, Julienne, 
French Fried, Lyonnaise, Hashed Browned, Hased in 
Cream, Au Gratin, Mashed, Potato Dumplings (2), 
O'Brien, Baked, Parisienne, Speck Kartoffel, Boiled, 
Saratoga Chips, Potato Pancakes, (same with) Bacon &amp; 
Apple Sauce, Fried Sweets, Grilled Sweets, Canided 
Sweets.
</content>
        <published_at>Sat Mar 14 18:18:45 -0800 1998</published_at>
        <parent_id></parent_id>
        <user>
          <id>0</id>
          <name>Allan Evans</name>
        </user>
      </post>
    </post>
    <post>
      <level>1</level>
      <id>1532990</id>
      <content>Mmm, HEAVENLY! A moment of silence, please, to give 
thanks for the potato. (moment of silence interrupted 
by drooling.) 
 
I love finding pieces of older versions of New York 
hidden in the oddest places. </content>
      <published_at>Mon Mar 16 14:31:34 -0800 1998</published_at>
      <parent_id>1532983</parent_id>
      <user>
        <id>0</id>
        <name>Amy Keyishian</name>
      </user>
    </post>
  </posts>
</topic>
