I'm just asking, is all

Times ontological-puzzler-deflty-inserted-into-a-take-away-food-review of the day:

JENNIFER RAAB, the president of Hunter College on the Upper East Side, said: "We order from the office once or twice a week from Neil's Coffee Shop," 961 Lexington Avenue, at 70th Street; (212) 628-7474. "It looks like an old-time diner, with stools and stuff. It's cute. How come you still exist? I order a grilled chicken salad."

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