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As Midwesterners, we have--or should have--certain inalienable rights, primary among them the right to have real ice-cream malts and eggs grilled in butter 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. Mickey's is just about the last place in town to recognize those constitutional guarantees: Burgers, malts, eggs all day, pancakes, Mulligan stew, sundaes, BLTs, and some darn good fries issue forth from the modest grills in a raging, corn-fed, red-white-and-blue river. Both locations are terrifically classy: The downtown one is set in an old-fashioned dining car that's been nationally praised (it's one of only two diners in the country on the National Register of Historic Places) and the other is a chrome-and-formica testament to Sputnik-age interior design (and could likewise sit in a museum).
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