Wow. I actually think I'm in mourning over this.

[sharelle]

Yesterday I found out that my favorite restaurant closed down. For good.

I'm not talking about "ranks-among-my-favorites-because-they-have-pretty-good-food" restaurant. I have a number of those. I'm talking about my Favorite Restaurant of All Time restaurant. Closed for good.

A friend of mine went there not too long ago to see a sign on the door that said (and I'm paraphrasing here, since I didn't see it myself): We've retired. Closed permanently.

WHA--? HUH--? GUH--?!?!

I knew the people who owned it pretty well (they were the parents of a girl I knew when I was in high school), but not well enough that I know how to get in touch with them now. I'm just bummed that the last time I was there (which was several weeks ago) they didn't tell me they were retiring. I would have loved to go one last time.

When you're talking about your Favorite Place Ever, it's hard to imagine I'll Never Have That Again.

I know it's just a restaurant, but am I crazy for being so sad about this? `Cause I am.

*mopes*

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In happier news, I did another 15 mile run this morning. I was shooting for 20, but we had to return early because Dad had an afternoon commitment.

I did, however, shave 20 full minutes off my last 15-miler. And I actually *don't* feel like I'm about to fall apart. (Plus my sinuses are clearing.)

Wow. I didn't think improvement like that happened to real people. *G*

Comments

[missscarlett.livejournal.com]

I was devestated when a really lovely local tea room (that had an AWESOME Victorian theme...the staff even wore the costumes and everything!) closed down and became a pizza joint.

A PIZZA joint.

Now, I love pizza. But we have so many pizza places and take aways around here it's not even funny anymore.

All the classy places to eat are disappearing and we're just left with snotty/cold places or really undesirable "white trash" (aka "Chav") places. :-(

[sharelle.livejournal.com]

*sigh* It's always the good ones, isn't it? And the really cool, unique places too.

In college I found a place that made the most *amazing* Belgium waffles - with cinnamon, sugar, and syrup baked right into them. You just pull them apart with your fingers. *YUM!* A few weeks later, the place was empty and gone.

Tragic, is what it is.