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July 22, 2017
Cafe Mingala at 72nd and Second, and Bali Nusa Indah on Ninth Avenue in the 40s, my Burmese oasis, in a neighborhood I don't visit often, and my favorite haven in all of Manhattan, respectfully, are gone. I found out about the former the other day when I took the Q to that neighborhood on my way home from Brooklyn (my first time on the Second Avenue train), and the other today when making dinner plans and looking up the address, which I always forget. I feel like two of my oldest friends have died, and seriously want to cry.