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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.
2 comments:
Hello! :)
That's too bad. I liked that place.
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