I guess I can’t bitch too much about Omaha’s French Café closing. I am disappointed to hear about this. It’s been an Omaha landmark as long as I can remember. I also liked the place. However, I can’t just bitch about how more and more things (like George Burns) that I got used to as permanent fixtures are no longer there anymore.
After all, even though I lived in Omaha for the better part of thirty years, I’d only eaten at French Café once. More, the one time I ate there was something like thirteen years ago. Mind you, I moved to Denver almost four years ago. Still, I didn’t take really good advantage of the French Café. And now it’s gone.
Of course, people who want french food in Omaha can still go to Le Voltaire. I’ve eaten there a lot more than the French Café. It was better food, cheaper, and easier to park. Of course, things like that may be some of the reasons why the French Café closed.
It just surprised me a bit. I always thought it would be there and now it’s gone. The decision seems sudden. The owners reported that long-term problems prompted the decision, but I heard they decided to close and announced it the same day. They even had to call people who had reservations. That seems sudden to me.
Regardless of any of this, I don’t like it. I can’t bitch because I didn’t go there enough and support them, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. This is just one more thing for me to despise about the passage of time. You don’t even have to live that long apparently before the world can change into a place you don’t recognize anymore.