Jeeze, I hate that when I go to a favorite old restaurant and the windows are dark. They closed one of the
best cafeterias in town twenty years ago, and now they've torn down the building, and people still
talk about the cafeteria. It was a social, political and community center. One time I went back to
a pretty-good Mexican restaurant in the mall and not only had it closed, they'd walled over the door,
so it looked like it had never been there. That was a trip into the Twilight Zone. Luckily, an adjacent
storekeeper confirmed they'd closed the restaurant and walled over the door. It was a disappointment,
but a relief to find I hadn't completely "lost it." Condolences on Remingtons. I still miss Berghoff's, a
German restaurant in Chicago. I think they actually reopened under the management of a younger
generation, but I don't know how they're doing. I suspect they lost their staff of grand middle-aged or
older waiters who presided over the dining room. No one in their right mind ever summoned one of them
by saying, "Oh, boy!" They would have melted that person with a powerful stern look. But they really
knew their stuff. Waiter as a serious profession, not "My name is Kenny and I'll be serving you."
