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		By: Libby Hall		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Of so many of these cafes I have fond – or not so fond – memories. The Savoy had a miserable proprietor who would only allow you to have things in the exact combinations they were listed on the menu on the wall. My husband used to tease me that he would ‘Take me to the Savoy for lunch’.

I am very much looking forward to the book of Eleanor Crow&#039;s lovely watercolours. For me it will have the extra magic of remembering 52 years of living in Hackney, shopping in those shops and eating in those cafes.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Of so many of these cafes I have fond – or not so fond – memories. The Savoy had a miserable proprietor who would only allow you to have things in the exact combinations they were listed on the menu on the wall. My husband used to tease me that he would ‘Take me to the Savoy for lunch’.</p>
<p>I am very much looking forward to the book of Eleanor Crow&#8217;s lovely watercolours. For me it will have the extra magic of remembering 52 years of living in Hackney, shopping in those shops and eating in those cafes.</p>
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