Ode To Alisa Cafe

Oh - how I liked thee
Me and biff
Enjoying your pre-fixe meal
Each time we went
Which clearly wasn't
Often enough
Since now you're out of business.
The lights are out
The dishes are creepily still stacked.
The sign says the space is available
And all I can think about
Is the peanut sauce
That will never again
Tickle my taste buds.
Sadly, it's over
And you're shut down
A victim of the economy
Or a victim of location?
Or a victim of both?
Goodbye, Alisa Cafe
You had some fans.
Just not big enough fans
To keep you in business
Forever.


(Yes, I know this is bad.)