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The Golden Monkey’s roots in the surrounding industrial district of Butwal went back over a hundred years or so it was said. It was hard to determine anything as absolute fact when it came to nailing down the origins of anything in Nepal. Then again, John wasn’t interested in the Monkey’s history and how the building had been handed down from generation to generation of the Gorkha family, which he’d heard ad nauseam since he’d first entered the unpretentious neighborhood establishment. He liked it because it was a regular watering hole with regular people who were straightforward and left you alone if that’s what you wanted.
He pulled up in front of the Monkey, found a place and parked. As usual, the Monkey’s wrought iron tables and chairs outside were filled with the lunch cro
