There used to be an ice cream place in San Francisco, just this very unclearly marked door in a wall, and they had a ice cream flavor named "Secret Breakfast". It was whiskey and cornflakes. There were actual cornflakes in the ice cream. It was some of the best ice cream I have ever had.

I think about Secret Breakfast a lot. Like at least monthly.

There was a time that was a thing in my life.

@mcc Now I'm thinking about my favourite pizza again.

That place closed down 10 years ago, almost to the day.

It's good they closed, given their rampant wage theft. And it sure was weird watching them pivot to Brazilian food, give 162 people salmonella on their opening night, and immediately close.

So. Hooray they're gone. But I miss the pizza.

@Farbs Sometimes I think about my favorite sandwich place in Houston. I haven't been in Houston in… I don't know how long. Well over a decade. Does my favorite sandwich place in Houston still exist? Maybe? I could look them up on Yelp or something and get some evidence about whether they exist, but are they The Same? If Antoines went downhill sometime after 2007 would evidence of this show up on Internet review sites
@Farbs I will probably never have Antoines again. I have made peace with that. That's not the problem. The problem is I *don't know* whether Antoines is still A Thing like it used to be. I can't easily find out. I am causally disconnected from it.

@mcc I think it's a good reminder of how incredible it is when something like that _doesn't_ change, or disappear, because it nearly always does.

There's going to be a hole in my heart when we finally lose the Vietnam Village Inn, or the Dickson Noodle House.

But I know where I'm buying this week's takeaway dinner.