I’ve almost reached my lunch destination, a steakhouse in Burlington, when I see a strip mall sign—the kind that lists every business in the complex—that reads, at the top: CUM PARK PLAZA. And among the tenants, in faded print: Cum Park Grill.
I do a double take. If there is really a restaurant called Cum Park Grill in this strip mall, I need to throw my planned column out the window and go there instead. I take a sharp turn into the parking lot, but the grill is nowhere to be found. I pull up Yelp and see that it’s permanently closed. Only one review was ever posted: “You have to try their special white sauce!”
I get back on the road…