Why must all good things...

[elfs]

This afternoon, after the gym, I walked up the street to the mid-Queen Anne neighborhood to restock my collection of protein bars, replace a pen I'd broken, and eat lunch at my favorite pizza joint.

I discovered, to my distress, that between last month and this, the Queen Anne Office Supply had gone out of business. Gone, kaput. Now where will I get my favorite pens?

I went to Paggliaci's only to discover to my horror that their "remodeling" had basically turned one of Seattle's most iconic pizza outlets into a corporate clone of itself. It's like an Invasion of the Restaurant Snatchers! The wicker seats, the avante-garde photography on the wall, the daily papers pinned to the bar for people to read... all gone. In its place was dull brown paint in a quasi-art-deco style pimping "eat more pizza and have a gelato!" Subtle as a brick and twice as depressing. The pizza tastes the same, which I suppose is a plus in their column, but the interior screams "fast food franchise," not "Seattle's best pizza place, evah." Not anymore.

Bleah.

Comments

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Gelato's a word for "fancy, overpriced ice-cream."

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, I know. Perhaps I should have said, "(Gelato? At Paggliaci's?)"

[abostick59.livejournal.com]

Whoops, that was me.