RIP: Smokey Joe's Cafe

Goodbye to a great place I didn't visit often enough.

When I drove by this morning, I saw curtains covering the door and windows, instead of the flashing neon sign I remember. "After 33 years in the biz, Smokey Joe has decided to hang up his spatula to pursue other interests," the sign in the window read.

I've been there exactly twice: once with Deborah back in the day, the second time with Adam within the last six months.

Breakfast was great both times. So was the scenery. Ned, we'll miss you.