It's the time of post-Union blues. We have failed in detaching ourselves from the comfort and restive ambience of Union Bar. We miss the camaraderie we shared with the staff and the soft texture of the seat. Fries, they were the best at Union.
Since it closed, we have not been meeting up as often. But recently we have made a conscious effort to try to find another Union. We have been to Unka Bunka twice, There is some potential but the comparisons to Union are inevitable. The flaws of a new place then become apparent. We are unforgiving and spoilt.
There may be Hoegaarden everywhere in the familiar tumbler of six-sided base. But there can only be one...Goodness, we suck at letting go.
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