A company comes along and makes a deal with the restaurant owners for the name of the place. They pretend they’re reopening the closed business, but they only hire back the maître d’, one waiter and Bill, the prep cook. So, basically, they started a new business using an old name, brought back a few token employees, and pretend it’s not something new.

I should have realized last Saturday I was in trouble.

We were the final flame keepers at the end of something which began over 110 years ago.