For more than three weeks they came, every night, lines out the door, waiting hours to get a stool at the oyster bar or a table in the dining room or lounge.

Everyone seemed to want one last visit, one last meal, one last memory.

For some of us, we came back the final night, Sunday, March 30 to say hello to friends of some time ago, and then too quickly say goodbye once again.

It was bittersweet. Thanks for the memories.