Ever find yourself in the mood for something delicious that you discover is no longer around, gone, out of your reach? This is can like a slice of hell right here on earth. I would not wish this upon my worst enemy. True story... lmr
It’s late. The demise of another day. Afternoon is swiftly turning into evening. Dinnertime approaches. You're hungry. What to do? What to do? You’ve been sticking to your diet, like a prized champ in training. But there are limits to fortitude and even the mightiest willpower. You’re in the mood for your favorite comfort food. You begin to crave and actually TASTE it on your tongue. You know its flavor by heart. It’s so indescribably crazy-delicious, you’re are now close to salivating. Yes, you can TASTE it! Even your senses trip and begin hallucinating. This becomes your one and only preoccupation.
This place, this joint, this spot, this boite has become such a vital part of your world, your sphere, your lifestyle, that you begin to think of it as your own personal Cheers. Yes, everybody there KNOWS your name. Sometimes, they even shout it out in unison when you enter.
And afterwards, the more somber, buttoned-up waitress addresses you as "Leonardo."
This is love, right? It’s like your second-home. This is your Valhalla and your Mecca. It’s your sweet spot and your ambrosia!
So you turn that familiar corner, hungry, beyond mere hungry… starvin' like Marvin, just so damned anxious to taste that slice of nirvana upon your tongue...
That damn door is LOCKED!
It’s closed, yo. Closed? No. NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Can't be. This is madness! Madness, I say! Aiiight now… stop playin’ y’ all! I’m serious! Hey, its Lin, yo! Open up!
Only no one ever comes to the door, and no one is there to greet you.
This place, your second home; that dome of heavenly aromas is gone. Is no more.... is Poof! Is... ghost! Is... Out. Of. Business!
You feel all at once: ravenous and foolish. This feeling soon morphs into chronic states of disbelief, disappointment and then... betrayal. This suddenly shifts into curiosity, grief, anger and something like a death within your immediate family.
How could this possibly happen? Where the HELL will you get your pasta fix, now?
More importantly: What will happen to the workers, the cooks, the waiters and waitresses? What will become of the ambitious bartender who wanted to be an actor, and had once appeared in a bit role on an episode of Law and Order, and who never failed to mention it once you indulged in conversation that lasted longer than a minute or two? What would become of these beautiful people with their humble plans and their dreams, their ambitions and their families?
This economy is a beast that gobbles up the dreams of little people in one fell swoop.
This economy is a bitch that gnaws at the arms and legs and the vital parts of this collective body we call, America.
This economy is taking the (fast) food from my mouth, and squashing the souls of those who once served it up with a smile.
Yes. They’ve turned off all the ovens, shut off the lights, and bolted the door shut to my favorite pizzeria.
Never again will I imbibe in the utter lusciousness of a 'MOP' slice.
Never again will I hear my name shouted in some slightly Italian accent as I enter that small piece of urban paradise.
This reality hurts so much… and not just within that gnawing empty space inside of my belly.
Nah. It's so much BIGGER than that!
This time... it’s gotten personal!