If the venerable Boston restaurant Locke-Ober was a person, she’d be a queen dowager, dressed in finery, eating only off the best linen and china, and drinking imported tea with her pinky finger extented. But dowagers must eventually die, and on Saturday night, it was the 137-year-old’s turn.
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