The beloved-of-every-Wesleyan-grad icon O'Rourke's diner burnt down this morning.
Many of my friends were regular O'Rourke's-goers. They used so much butter that my tummy often hurt, but I certainly had my fair share of delicious breakfasts there. The last time I went was during my 5-year reunion. And before that, I went the morning of my college graduation. Because it was 4am and I was still awake (of course) so my friends Justin and Rob were like, "Nothin' left to go but go to O'Rourke's."
So we ate eggs and then I graduated from college.
Note: after I ate eggs, Clint Eastwood ate eggs there the same day. Because he spoke at my graduation. Jealous, punk?
There's a Dar Williams (Wes '89!) song called When Sal's Burned Down which is about a bar near Wesleyan that once burned down (I think, it's been a long time since I heard her talk about it), and right now it's all I can think about. So sad!
"Are we the fools for being surprised that a silence could end with no sound?
Like the silent movie era, like with snow, like when Sal's burned down."