First you go to an underground bar in a shady area. Then you meet a hot girl. Then you get married and get good jobs. Then you have babies. Then you hear they’ve built luxury condos next to that bar. Then you move in and post this sign. Then you zone the bar out of existence and replace it with a Jamba Juice. And the cycle of life is complete. Brooklyn.
Whatever I was eating pizza there when it was called Capone’s.