For the last two weeks, Hubby and I have been in mourning.
About two weeks ago, our favorite place to eat/drink/hangout closed up shop. I won’t get into the finer details, other than to say this had been coming for awhile now. Still, having known that it might happen didn’t make things easier. It still felt very sudden and for a town as small as our town…the loss is felt quite sharply. Sure there is a bar, but we’re not really bar people. Too noisy. Too rowdy. And most importantly, not exactly the place for a pair of self professed beer snobs. Then there is another place that is just a little too pricey for us. There’s a diner, but again…just not the same. If I wanted a dose of coffee, great. But a pint of beer? Nope. Sorry. No beer for you.
So we’re sad.
I guess it’s good in some ways. We’re saving money (and calories) as we’re less likely to spontaneously show up at our spot or to order a pizza (now the only two options is a subpar bar pie or a subpar frozen pizza). It’s forcing us to cook a little more, and getting more creative.
But we’re sad.
Because sometimes you wanna go where everyone knows your name….