One of the most depressing parts of the recession – obviously, outside of job loss and home foreclosures – is that a lot of our local institutions have suffered.

My favorite coffee house at work fell under in August.

I’ve seen more and more businesses – mostly local, mostly restaurants – fall victim to the economy.

BUT Y’ALL, SHIT’S GETTING REAL.

Beauregard’s, which has been a place to get wings for Y-E-A-R-S, is closing. Like, SATURDAY.  I am so completely heartbroken about this. Our local wing joint is CLOSING. We’ve had countless birthday parties there over the years. We ate there the night Bryan asked permission to marry me. Tony knows the menu by heart, and those checkerboard/newsprint tablecloths are prevalent in photos.

More importantly: THEY UNDERSTAND HOW TO COOK WINGS. Oh. I am so picky about wings. I want them crispy. EXTRA crispy. I cannot feel the ooey gooey ness of potentially undercooked meat. I want them CRISPY. FRY THEM LONGER. Yes, I know it sounds simple. AND YET.

Hell. We named our dog Beau. AFTER THE BEAUREGARD MASCOT.

I am crazy sad about this. Mostly because we’ve grown up there. Also because .. adieu, extra crispy wings.