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As the line for entry into Westport Social on a recent Saturday night snaked down the sidewalk and along the length of the building, I was lucky enough to be on the inside, tucked into a small bar table right up against the front windows. My fortunes would become even more apparent to the poor souls on the other side of the glass when a heaping platter of "Burnt-End Nachos" arrived — a feat of architectural engineering that appeared to defy gravity in its ability to stay upright.…