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<\/a>A colorful welcome sight<\/p><\/div>\n
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Today the line was long: at least thirty people in line over the fifteen or twenty minutes I was there.\u00a0 As people were served, new customers replaced them in line.\u00a0 I was glad business was brisk for the Fojols.\u00a0 Today, they weren’t speaking falsetto but in gravelly, gruff voices, as if they’d each smoked a couple packs a day for the last forty years, though no Fojol seems over thirty.\u00a0 Two wore turbans as before, but one sported a bright, green bowler and matching mustache.\u00a0 Another wore a cute, two-piece number: bright yellow top with shiny gold pants, as if genie-like he had popped out of some lamp.\u00a0 I ate tasty lentils (dal) and curried cauliflower and potatoes.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Splash of color in a monotone city<\/p><\/div>\n
Original Fojol Bros Post<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" One day last week after another hungry morning and meager lunch, I decided to go to Subway for a sandwich.\u00a0 I was glad to see a familiar, colorful truck parked nearby: the Fojol Bros were back in the neighborhood.\u00a0 I’d … Continue reading