Happy Mother’s Day

In the heart of every building lies a story waiting to be told, a narrative woven through the bricks and mortar that echoes the passage of time. Each renovation, each demolition, unveils a chapter of history, allowing us to peer through the veil of the past into the possibilities of the future. Today, we bid adieu to an old companion: the bar.

Wow. Chat GPT went all poetic queuing something up for me.

Although poetic. Totally true. Our renovation starts with the bar. We are keeping the vintage frame of it with the upholstered front, but all of the guts need to be taken out. The beer lines in this place run everywhere! Beer is like the arteries of the building. Six year old beer is now dripping and sticky all over the floor. But, hey, it smells great.

As we rip out all these innards of the old bar and peel back all the stories, as Chat GPT says—I wonder how many people brought their mom here for Mother’s Day? I hope we can make it a place to hang out on Mother’s Day again.