I hate it when excellent restaurants go away.
We’ve dined at Higashi West at the Lonsdale Quay a bunch of times, and each time it’s been delicious and cheap and unique. Last week when I met Shan at the Quay, I noticed with horror that the restaurant was newspaper’d up completely. Hoping they were just closed for renovations, I went over and looked for signage – nothing. I tried to peek through the paper – nothing. It’s just closed up. No signs, no activity, no ethereally delicious scallop thingies – nothing.
Well, fuck. I loved that place. I went online trying to find out more, but there’s no info to be found. Curious though, I did find a restaurant review dated as recently as October 23rd of this year and another one the day before that. I discovered they were gone on November 15th – so at some point in those three weeks, they went from awesome to gone. This sucks.
Also sucking: I’m morbidly convinced that I will never get another job in ANY industry, let alone the one I’m throwing myself at so shamelessly. I am depressed and quite literally medicating myself with ice cream; something I only thought ever happened in chick flicks/lit. I am utterly despondent that several positions I applied for that I would be truly excellent at have been reposted, meaning I didn’t make the cut (again). I am thinking there is little to no point in reapplying, but what else have I got to lose except my apartment. In short, I am in a funk. It is not a good funk. It is a very, very bad funk.
Booooo.
