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A restaurant's closing at the corner of Front Street and Central . . .  I've never been, but I've glimpsed through the windows decor that was sure ornamental. (Word on the street's that the eats were alright - the plates were too large - but the waitstaff were nice! Patrons, served tiny portions, were alarmed at the price - 'til they drank the last drop of red wine) The place had a name before this iteration They called it The Tempest before renovations. I had been there   - I'd been pleased by the service,           been famished, then satisfied,              and surprised by dessert -      I'd been all kinds of things. I had been cheesecake and you were crême brulé and for a moment we shared a plate. It might have been just the right size, but I can't quite remember. Were the waitstaff pleasant? - I desperately hope that I was... The company was one of a kind. For whatever reason, The Tempest closed, and the place that has replaced it has closed, & who knows what will be on the corner of Front Street and Central next? all I know is that                    all kinds of things stop being               a piece of cake
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Desserts in Reverse
A restaurant's closing at the corner of Front Street and Central . . .  I've never been, but I've glimpsed through the windows decor that was sure ornamental. (Word on the street's that the eats were alright - the plates were too large - but the waitstaff were nice! Patrons, served tiny portions, were alarmed at the price - 'til they drank the last drop of red wine) The place had a name before this iteration They called it The Tempest before renovations. I had been there   - I'd been pleased by the service,           been famished, then satisfied,              and surprised by dessert -      I'd been all kinds of things. I had been cheesecake and you were crême brulé and for a moment we shared a plate. It might have been just the right size, but I can't quite remember. Were the waitstaff pleasant? - I desperately hope that I was... The company was one of a kind. For whatever reason, The Tempest closed, and the place that has replaced it has closed, & who knows what will be on the corner of Front Street and Central next? all I know is that                    all kinds of things stop being               a piece of cake
Flotsam or jetsam? You barely know 'im
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
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