A brief moment of silence for the passing of a place I always wanted to go to, but will never get the opportunity to visit.

Chink’s Steaks in Philadelphia. They’re not actually closing shop, but they’re doing something worse: changing their entire name and identity. They’re going from the obviously offensive, but without remorse or regretful name, with the gritty, blue-collar appearance of most Philadelphia businesses, to a teal-white-and-brown diner-esque identity that makes me cringe with discomfort at their caving to “popular” opinion.

The saddest thing is that I’d never got to have a Chink’s cheesesteak, and as it turns out, I never will.

R.I.P. Chink’s.