When we recently sat down in a cozy little tavern in Reinbeck, something really clicked with the bar's atmosphere and Jasie's aesthetic. As Jasie sat down to review the menu of ruebens and dips, it was almost as if he disappeared against the umber walls. Suddenly his menu was no longer a list of food stuffs, but a vast volume by Hesse or Dostoyevsky. Such camouflage is remarkable.
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