When I was a kid my dad took me to eat at Rutt's Hut. I remember walking to the railing at the end of the parking lot and looking down at the river. When I was a teen, I found myself in Clifton at Rutt's Hut and when I looked over the railing a the end of the parking lot, what did I see? Route 21.
You haven't lived in old Nutley if you've never been to Rutt's Hut for a hot dog.
Enjoy your rippers.
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