I just discovered that the perfect breakfast place—$6 for a delicious organic egg sandwich with jalapeno peppers and pickled veggies—is a lovely 20-minute downhill stroll from my Capitol Hill apartment to Eastlake.

At least, it used to be.

Nettletown, the kind of classy spot that gives hippies a good name—a tiny yet somehow roomy storefront restaurant on Eastlake with an open kitchen, wooden tables, hefty dinnerware, and heftier organic and wild food—served its last meal  this weekend after two years in business. The owner, Christina Choi, seemed upbeat and excited to move on to new opportunities.

This weekend was the first time I'd ever been there, and when I showed up I was greeted with this sad oxymoron—open, but closed.



I had missed the tweets about it on Friday, but I ate a great breakfast sandwich on Saturday.

I also scored a bag of rosemary-lemon shortbread cookies.

They're gone now too.