The Sun Sets On Celia’s

Ah, Celia. Looks like your hours are numbered.

They’re gonna knock the old girl down really really soon. The demolition barrier is up around her and the tractors are parked outside, ready to use their giant claws to rip her apart, piece by piece.

I enjoyed many absolutely perfect Top Shelf margs at this place. And I can never forget all those lunches that Din and I enjoyed in between bursts of work and inspiration.

They are gonna move the soul of the operation to a new location near campus. But I know it just won’t be the same.

Farewell, Celia’s. I knew thee well.