R.I.P Fuzios

           Today was the last day of my grandmother's week long visit, and my family and I decided to go out to dinner to celebrate. As usual, we bickered over restaurants, each side loudly clamoring for something different. My sister wanted classic Italian, demanding we go to Cafe Italia while my Dad adamantly insisted on Thai food. My grandma, being the crowd pleaser she is, simply requested a restaurant where she could get a low-sodium salad or maybe some fish. I let them argue for a while, amused by their pathetic ploys to assert their restaurants superiority. And then I said it-
          "Lets go to Fuzios."
           Unanimous agreement. Because really, there is no better restaurant than Fuzios. My family has been going there for as long as I can remember and it was always our restaurant of choice for special occasions, good grades, or victory celebrations. And we have never ordered more than three things; the beloved Carmelized Onion Focaccia Bread, The awesome amazing Firecracker Pork Fusili, and on rare occasions the Fuji Apple Walnut Salad. That's it. Every single time for the last 10+ years. And.  It. Was. Perfect!  I loved our little tradition, the delightful predictability and guaranteed satisfaction, not to mention the half off on wednesday nights.
           So tonight we piled in the car, stomachs growling and mouths watering in anticipation of the delicious food. I could already taste it. But as we pulled up, all the lights were off and there were no cars in the parking lot.
         "Thats odd..." My sister said.
          My stomach sank. I didn't want to eat anywhere else. "They must be closed for Thanksgiving," I replied. "Go out and check the door."
          We sat in the car grumbling about the ridiculousness of being closed four days early for a mediocre holiday. After a while AJ got back in the car and looked me in the eyes.
         "Its closed. Forever." she simply said.

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         "WHAT!!?? How can it be closed forever!?" I yelled.
         "They just are. The note says 'Sorry, but we will be closed indefinitely'."
          While the rest of my family calmly picked a new restaurant, my world spiraled into darkness. No more Firecracker pork. No more dependable deliciousness. No more half of Wednesdays. No more cheap dates. No more family tradition. How could they do this to me without asking?! Don't they know I'm their biggest fan!? I wasn't prepared for the devastating news, and all I could do was moan quietly in the backseat. I wasn't hungry anymore.
          Even while I stared at the Dos Coyotes menu 15 minutes later, I kept thinking about my horrible betrayal. Please menu, please just have firecracker pork on here somewhere. All I'm asking for is one measly little dish, how hard can that be? But alas, it was to no avail. It never appeared and I had a stupid, albeit decently good quesidilla instead. So now, hours later, I and my tongue have finally come to terms with our loss. And while my heart still hurts, I would like to say, Farewell Firecracker Pork Fusili. You will be missed.