I truly will get back to Sundance, but for today there’s something more important.
Junior’s Tavern, a Salt Lake institution since 1975 and a bar long before it became Junior’s, is closing. It’ll reopen on 300 South in 3 months, but will never be the same. The beer can collection that graced the west wall has been packed up for about a month, it makes the bar look empty and larger with those empty shelves. The booth by the pool table won’t be there. Where will Theron, Cory and Ross sit? Where will I sit for a cold Pabst Blue Ribbon (it won the Blue Ribbon at the World Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1893)? Brewvies I guess, but no booths there and a dearth of Junior’s friends.
I love Brewvies, too, and have old friends who work there, but that’s a different niche of my world.
Last night trying not to be too depressed, trying to laugh and take photos and call it a party, we tried to figure out what to do. We even talked about a movie night since there are a few people who can’t quote much of “Withnail & I.”
There’s a running joke in the photo taking that I’m in at least 10 photos on 3 different cameras with my arm around different men (or Jody) in each one. I just told them to color correct off my University of Utah sweatshirt since the white is still white on that one. Me and my dates. Ha.
It’s sad. The friendly living room where you always know the host if no one else is going away. The bar where a third visit makes you a regular will be gone.
If the Legislature passes the no smoking in bars initiative this year, the new place won’t even be able to develop the pantina of the old one.
RIP Junior’s Tavern. I await the resurrection.
I think I’ll go take photos before the Superbowl starts.
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