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By John Lawrence There’s an accordion from Eastern Europe on the wall, outdoor diners chatting in Croat and Serbian on the front porch, and a white dog sleeping peacefully on the floor behind the cash register. The dog is Bingo,...

You might think that any ol’ place will do when it comes to a plate of bacon and eggs. Hey, if you’ve tasted one, you’ve tasted them all, right? But the first time you depart the Tin Can Café in...