When we last checked in with the Long Island Restaurant on Atlantic Avenue—now closed for EIGHT MONTHS—we were informed by a strangely well-informed local vagrant that ancient owner Emma Sullivan was back from vacation overseas and planned to reopen the place when the weather got a little warmer, perhaps at the end of February or beginning or March.
Obviously, the diner is still shut up tighter than a drum. But someone's been in there recently. The front door used to bear a handwritten sign saying "Sorry, we're closed," with a number to call in case of emergency. That's sign has been removed (probably because too many people were calling the number asking what was up) and replaced with a standard-issue, mass-produced "Sorry, we're closed" sign. No phone number.
I looked around for my well-connected bum, but could find him nowhere. Local merchants seem to know nothing. I'm not very hopeful What goes on? What in freaking hell goes on?
I'm sorry to say it, but I have no choice but to now put the Long Island Restaurant on my Endangered Landmark list.