Today I went to the dentist for my semiannual checkup/cleaning. They weren't there. Which is strange enough. The door was locked, and from a note I learned that they'd apparently been trying to reach me in order to let me know that... what? The whole story will come out tomorrow, I guess.
Near the dentist's office is a restaurant. Well, it's not a restaurant now. And that's the thing. This location has been on-and-off for years, with different names and different owners. I've had breakfast or lunch in it a few times. One of these times was long enough ago for there to be ashtrays on the table. The most recent guise for this place was Latin themed. Makes sense, as its a Latin neighborhood, in the main, with a lot of recent immigrants from Central America. But still it only lasted a few months.
The thing is, I've seen economically depressed neighborhoods. I've lived in them. I wouldn't really call this neighborhood depressed. A lot of places do seem to do good business. But whoever occupies this storefront always seems to draw the short straw.