We were only a block away when we got the text so I was really hoping he just meant it was closed for the day, not closed forever. But alas, as we arrived at the restaurant, we noticed as we looked through the windows that it was completely dark, lonely, empty and the door handles were zip-tied shut with a bundle of newspaper flyers.
To say I was devastated might sound melodramatic, but I really and truly was. It felt like the sad end of an era but without the closure. Sangria was more than a restaurant to me. It was that little nudge on the shoulder for the need to catch up with friends, even despite our busy schedules. It meant conviviality washed down in multiple glasses of a magical fruity wine concoction, and on Thursday night Flamenco nights, the liquid courage was a reminder for the need to live and try new things as the performers always tried to pull us up on stage, and succeeded on 3-4 occasions.
|Finagled into flamenco|
I don't know what will we do or where we will go to try to replicate that feeling of tradition and conviviality, but in the mean time, I just need some time to mourn and reminisce...
|All the tapas we will miss...|
|RIP Sangria :(|