Yesterday, I drove up to Summerland to have coffee with my buddy Erik, at one of my favorite coffeehouses, The French Bulldog Café. And guess what. It’s closed. For good. Doesn’t that suck? I liked that place. It was small and comfy and usually quiet. Which may explain why it isn’t open anymore, and the factory coffee Starbucks up the road a couple miles is jumping.

Goodbye, little Bulldog, miss ya.