image via Buster McLeod

I’ve been waiting to post about this because I’ve been waiting for more photos to roll in, but: last Saturday was the last night for Cafe (Un)American, the “speakeasy” whose demise was hastened when some sour grapes at the PI published the establishment’s address in the paper. (For the record, the place was working with the police on shutting down already, but had to step up the timeline when the article appeared. The police were perfectly nice about the whole thing.) On Saturday night they were encouraging people, for the first time, to take pictures and tell the internet about it, so I’m sure that more photos are out there somewhere.

I missed the last night–this cold I picked up while traveling a couple of weeks ago has seriously curtailed my carousing–but the late nights I spent there this summer, stumbling home at dawn reeking of cigarettes and whiskey, were so much fun. It was totally illegal and completely worth the experiment, and I hope that it inspired other people in this city to give things like this a shot. Cafe (Un)American wasn’t meant to last forever and I’m not sad that it’s gone because I’m excited for whatever the next thing will be.

More pictures or other thrilling social experiements to tell us about? Let us know in the comments.