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CRAMMED AMONG GALLONS OF ICE CREAM and sides of beef, we shut the door of the walk-in behind us. Our frosted breath filled the small freezer as we giggled; we were pretty sure our maître d’, Sam, wouldn’t find us in here.

It was mid-February in Alta

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