It feels strange to leave this place behind. A place where so many of you have danced, through the night, into the morning, and back again. We started with two rooms, then found our home under one roof. Soon there will be no roof at all. Some of you never noticed when the light outside changed. You forgot what time it was. That’s the thing about a place that feels right, it makes you lose track.

Birthdays were celebrated at long tables, fireworks and off-key happy birthdays echoing through the restaurant. Plates were shared, stories were told, friendships were made. And always, always people danced.

We’re going to miss this more than we can say.​

Come park your car one more time.

<3 Multipla