I remember when you were born, and you were filled with so much hope and promise. People loved your food and thrived off your atmosphere. After a long night we would lock your doors and Garith would whip up us a huge batch of something good- like Udon or delicious Dumplings and we would gorge or selves and together, talking about the night and what we could do better. Then, two years later, you weren't as busy. You had your loyal ones who would come weekly, but the honeymoon was over, and you days were numbered. It was sad, but not all good things last forever. I wont ever forget the good times there, and your delicious food (oh chocolate lava cake!).
I have missed your charm already,