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by Marjorie Ingall Biker chick wannabe: Oh, sure, you could take her to the Harley-Davidson Cafe, but why be predictable? Introduce her in all her leather-panted, overpainted glory to Boston's Ritz Carlton Dining Room. The very proper waiters are far too pedigreed to goggle, so Mom's discomfort will all be in her head. What a fun game! |