Last September, after three years of nearly buying a building, we finally bought one. It was not particularly attractive. It had been the home of a Der Weinerschnitzel, where a Swiss friend had been deeply disappointed to discover the difference between the dish called Weinerschnitzel she’d had at home and what our American interpretation proved to be. The building itself was the disappointment we encountered. And so, while it had a certain charm, we chose to level it.
I imagine it grieves you to see what you missed, but it was regrettably all lost in the name of progress.