You know that feeling when you crave a cheap, drowning-in-sauce bowl of noodles? Poof. Gone.
Spaghetti House, the chain that was basically the IKEA of Italian food (functional, but you had to assemble the “authenticity” yourself), closed all its locations. Just like that.
And in the process, they sent 101 employees packing. That’s not a typo, by the way. One hundred and one. A baker’s dozen of sadness, plus a few extra.
Wait, we had a Spaghetti House?
Don’t pretend you didn’t see it in every strip mall. It was that spot with the red-and-white checkered tablecloths and the breadsticks that were okay.
You know the one. The place you went when you wanted a “date night” but didn’t want to spend more than $12. It was fine. Which, in the restaurant world, might as well be a death sentence.
Can you imagine being the 101st person laid off? “Sorry, Frank, you’re our lucky loser.” Brutal.
