Not everybody is sad about Postrio closing. Tenderblog did a little jig on the restaurant’s grave today:
My big problem with Postrio is that it always appeared to be a place whose marketing people said it was classy, so guys in striped shirts who pound Red Bull n’Vodka assumed: “Damn, that’s one classy place. Let me fire up the Mustang GT and go pick up Ashley for a night out!”
For the record, the online bar menu [PDF] doesn’t include Red Bull. But we get the point. [Via Tenderblog]
