The day after visiting O'Rourke's and posting the story, the fucking place burned down. Eighty years and I ate there on the last day of its existence. Lamb curry with goat cheese cakes and colcannon, $10.95. Coffee. A delicious butterscotch bread. All gone.

The place was an historical landmark. Antiprincess mentioned there being a website set up to take pledges(the building was apparently not insured)but in my limited internet gangsta I was unable to find it.

It's small wonder why Red Sox fans are so apt to believe in curses. I'll find myself saying things like "If I didn't turn the game on at that exact moment Damon wouldn't have hit that three-run triple" or "If I didn't write that quasi-Lieberman-smacking missive the place wouldn't have burned down."

I'm just sad it's not there for other people to find anymore.