I just received word that Stain Bar in my old neighborhood is closing this weekend. It wasn't just another hipster hangout, but a crossroads, a meeting place of the old and new. You'd never know who (or what) you'd run into sipping on a Stain Red or a Blueberry Port. Stain Bar, founded by a writer, Krista Madsen, was a haven for artists and writers of all levels, dreamers, and local beer and wine enthusiasts. I'll remember it fondly, as it's left an indelible stain on my memory.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Farewell, Stain Bar...
I just received word that Stain Bar in my old neighborhood is closing this weekend. It wasn't just another hipster hangout, but a crossroads, a meeting place of the old and new. You'd never know who (or what) you'd run into sipping on a Stain Red or a Blueberry Port. Stain Bar, founded by a writer, Krista Madsen, was a haven for artists and writers of all levels, dreamers, and local beer and wine enthusiasts. I'll remember it fondly, as it's left an indelible stain on my memory.
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Hello! :)
That's too bad. I liked that place.
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