The walls at Beth's Cafe in Seattle drip with crude crayon drawings of Seahawks logos and random cartoon characters, and the oily odor of 12-egg omelets crammed with bacon lingers in the air.There's a late-night frenzy radiating from every booth, as partygoers refuel between shindigs or, inevitably, crash out before making their way home.
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