So, now I got my spot! I was ready to take on Miami. I had a wonderful place to have my two favorite meals, turkey burgers and waffles.
The next day I counted down the hours until my return to Lounge 46. 6:00pm could not come around fast enough. I didn’t want to seem greedy, so I played it cool and waited until 6:30 before I showed up to the front door. I couldn’t wait to get my turkey burger with cheese.
WRONG!
Lounge 46 was closed. I thought it was just because I was too early, so I doubled back around 9:00pm... Still closed. I went back the next day... still drawing a blank. I went back to Lounge 46 over 8 times during the course of a week each time to find the red light on but no one at home. Finally I threw in the towel and chalked it up as a once in a life time groove.
I was like a junkie looking for my next fix and the dope man was nowhere to be found. I started in with the phone calls, leaving messages day after day. I was one step away from becoming an all out stalker. I had it bad.
Then it happened. I got the call that I dreaded. The owner of Lounge 46 called to tell me that they were officially closed. What a dark day.
I sometimes pass by what use to be Lounge 46 with hopes that the doors will be open and my waffles and turkey burgers will be waiting for me. With defeated shoulders and an empty stomach, I press on.
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