90% of the first dates I've had in the last year have been here. Upon reflection, maybe this place is part of the problem. I mean, not one of them turned into a second date. The last first date I had here that turned into a second date.... Oh, wait. I get it now. That girl must have put a curse on me or something. I've had practically no action since.
Anyway, this place had a really great artichoke appetizer. Now that they're gone, I guess I'll have to make it myself. I guess I'll sit here and tie one on one last time. Enjoy the patio.
(Sound of a record screeching) Update!!! The owner was a real asshole this final day. He deliberately pulled some fucked up bullshit on the customers. No TP, paper towels or soap in the bathroom. One beer on tap. No food. Employees smoking in the doorway. He even called Shawn a bitch because she wanted to buy the last bottle of champagne. No wonder they're going out of business.
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