The Last Supper

The Berghoff, a Chicago landmark, closed on Tuesday after 107 years in business. I've been to the bar - the bar that was the first in Chicago to get a liquor license after Prohibition, the bar that didn't serve women until 1969, the bar that, therefore, has an easily accessible men's restroom but requires women to go through the restaurant, down a winding staircase and into a wood-paneled basement where alas! there is a women's loo and another men's as well - but I intended to eat at the restaurant before they closed the doors for good. I didn't make it. The lines and the cold, the school work and the abject poverty kept me away. Sad! I've just thought of the name of the post (above) I would have written about the experience, and now I'm kicking myself (again!) for not going.

Also, I'm not sure how I feel about the new edition to the blog. ..the advertisement. That's not entirely true. I don't like it, but I've attached it in part to remind myself to listen to Kate Havnevik's album. Mayhaps if I had done something similar with the Berghoff visit, I wouldn't be where I am now. Where is that, praytell?

Without any Weiner Schnitzle, that's for sure.