Anyway, after that mysterious opening salvo, she came out and told me that the branch of Cibo in our office building was closing down at the end of September. This WAS bad news. That Cibo has been around for years, and I've had countless satisfying lunches with my office friends there. We even know the servers by name. They hand us Cibo giveaways whenever Christmas comes around, as a token of thanks for our loyal patronage.
Kate and I would laughingly bump into each other in the restaurant, both of us coincidentally planning to dine there alone. It was a place of refuge when things got a little too hectic at work. No better way to beat stress than with a plate of Farfalle a la Genovese.
I had lunch there today with Kate to find out for myself if the rumor was true (and also to partake of said farfalle). The server confirmed Kate's earlier report, and it certainly looks like one of my favorite restaurants will no longer be around (at least in a place where I can walk to) in a matter of weeks. One of my comfort zones will disappear.
Which is why I intend to eat farfalle every week this month. I have to give the closing down of Cibo a tribute it deserves.