Somewhere In New Jersey.

After 91 years, there is one less restaurant serving food tonight.

"I ran marathons, sweat buckets, schmoozed endlessly, drank with the best of them, and cooked for masses inside that building for the past 25 years. I've spoken with celebrities, educators, legislators, deal-makers, money-takers, authors, world leaders,
prize-winners, athletes, a multitude of pompous assholes, parents, students, and mixed in with them all, everyday customers who, in reality, kept us going for 91 years. I'm still the dopey, big, red-headed kid that first walked through the back kitchen door and started peeling shallots my first day, back in October 1985. It's hard to believe there's nobody walking through those doors today." - Baydog

Good luck, my friend.