The best restaurant on my street, and the only one that was not a franchise, has closed. The absolutely brilliant little Korean family-run dive, Bibimbub has disappeared, replaced by an overly-fancy looking Japanese restaurant.
A moment's silence for the death of the family restaurant, and the unequivocal victory of the faceless franchise.
On a similar, yet quite different note, my model agency has gone bankrupt and shut up shop.
Fuck 'em. I hated em anyway.
***UPDATE***
Last night, my friends dragged me out to the new restaurant, only for us to find it was run by the same people! The menu had changed along with the decoration, but it was actually all very pleasant. The staff recognized us, and did not even mind when we got very drunk and loud in celebration. Happy ending!
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