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	<title>Comments on: Black Cow Cafe</title>
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	<description>Witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational blog station</description>
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		<title>By: Gavin Doughtie</title>
		<link>http://blogwaffe.com/2007/02/17/432/#comment-12002</link>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Doughtie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 05:26:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Shortly after college, I lived on the second floor above what is now the Black Cow. I had three roommates: An aspiring Playboy photographer and his lovely assistant and frequent model (now wife of 20 years), and a saxophonist with a garage band of about six hundred guys, all of whom played brass. We had three CP/M computers, a lot of space, painfully cheap rent, and some jammin' parties. We'd walk across the street to see second run movies in the local single-screen theater, which burned to the ground after I moved out. And, of course, we'd go to the Barru, open from 7:00am to 2:00am, and dive into occasional blotto-dom with some guys and gals knocking back vodka and cranberry like there's no tomorrow.

Unlike some areas that have encased themselves in national-credit armor, Montrose manages to keep a bit of a local feel going along with the ghosts of my youth.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shortly after college, I lived on the second floor above what is now the Black Cow. I had three roommates: An aspiring Playboy photographer and his lovely assistant and frequent model (now wife of 20 years), and a saxophonist with a garage band of about six hundred guys, all of whom played brass. We had three CP/M computers, a lot of space, painfully cheap rent, and some jammin&#8217; parties. We&#8217;d walk across the street to see second run movies in the local single-screen theater, which burned to the ground after I moved out. And, of course, we&#8217;d go to the Barru, open from 7:00am to 2:00am, and dive into occasional blotto-dom with some guys and gals knocking back vodka and cranberry like there&#8217;s no tomorrow.</p>
<p>Unlike some areas that have encased themselves in national-credit armor, Montrose manages to keep a bit of a local feel going along with the ghosts of my youth.</p>
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		<title>By: JQ</title>
		<link>http://blogwaffe.com/2007/02/17/432/#comment-10175</link>
		<dc:creator>JQ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 11:36:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cool. I'll add it to my list</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cool. I&#8217;ll add it to my list</p>
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		<title>By: Jill</title>
		<link>http://blogwaffe.com/2007/02/17/432/#comment-9915</link>
		<dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 00:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yum!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yum!</p>
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