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The Sage Diner

Once upon a time, we used to go to the Sage almost every Friday night.

Sage

The Sage was the preferred after-work hangout, for those who got off of work late on Friday. The rest of us with day jobs would meet up with them there. I have been there so many times, it is impossible to even estimate. We were there so often that the hostesses and waitstaff had a collective nickname for us.

Sage

Alas, this story has a sad ending. Rama started dating one of the waitresses there, and a few months ago their relationship ended on less than the best of terms. He seems to think that the rest of us can continue frequenting the place, but considering how well known we were as a crowd, and Rob's experience running in there once, most of us would rather pass. Besides (getting to the actual review part), the Sage is an okay diner in every way, but not a fantastic one. Everything there was ok, but nothing was outstanding. Although I seem to remember having a really good piece of chocolate cake there once.

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The moral of this story is now the banner of the site: Keep Rama away from the waitresses. Pop5 has been trying to figure out recently which restaurants and diners have waitresses that are too pretty and that we want to continue to be able to go to in the future, as there is considerable reluctance to bring Rama to those ones when he returns to Jersey. We fear another seduction-->heartbreak-->unofficial ban from the restaurant scenario.

As a side note, I have been refusing to factor the prettiness of the waitresses into our coffee cups rating system, despite Mike and Buddy's arguments that this is relevant information. The Sage Diner, which we will probably never set foot in again, gets 2.5 Coffee Cups

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So long Sage, We Barely Knew yee

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