Dear Abattoir,
Im so sad our time together is over. These past few weeks, seeing you every few days, taking the time to really get to know you, have been magical. Id be lying if I said I didnt come to love you, just a little. Maybe more than a little.
Ill never forget that first time we met. I didnt know what to expect, what with your name so violent, so evocative! But when I walked into your dining room and saw the way youd managed to take your ugliness and turn it into something beautiful, I was floored. Elements of slaughter meat hooks adorning bar lights wrapped into the comfort of farmhouse chic theres humor in that combination, as well as a deft intelligence that your family of restaurants alone possesses in this city.
People were shocked when they first heard your name. Abattoir? What kind of a sick joke of a restaurant name is that? they asked. But I always loved it, the boldness, the honesty.
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