I saw the place open. I lamented when it closed, driven out (IIRC) because the present tenant was willing to go much higher on their lease than they could. Still, in spite of it being a short walk from my office, I can use my fingers to count how many times I actually went there. All of my visits were eminently memorable. Things that come to mind…
I met my friend Amanda there and sat and marveled at her while she talked about her art, her hopes and fears, and her ever-present spring fever. It always amazed me that she could be so full of life, so driven. Her life had the potential to be so chaotic, but somehow she always seemed to be on top of things, calm, together. At the time, she was on the cusp of going to New Hampshire to do summer stock, and then off to tour the country in various productions, and later to settle (somewhat) in NJ. It was the last time I was able to meet her casually, just for the sake of.
Once while I was wandering around with So (another of my seemingly ubiquitous arty friends), we both got a hankering for expensive coffee drinks and ended up in town on the Hill. On the steps of Curious Liquids, I ran into a beautiful Argentinian I had known in school and had called my friend. She snubbed me. Well, ok, not outright, but in that way that people who are terribly, terribly socially adept can say, “I really don’t know why I’m speaking with you,” even while smiling and making conversation and pretending to care about what’s being said. She was so very pleasant and so very bored all at once. So and I laughed about it later, but I still didn’t love the feeling that I was somehow no longer magnificent enough for her.
So many little anecdotes, but far too few. Too few for a place that I loved and “Wowed” out loud the first time I had one of their roast beef sandwiches and could just go and sit and read and didn’t even bother to go to on the day when they were closing to say goodbye and thank you to the owners.
Hooray for nostalgia. :P