By Steve Rhodes
Last night was the last night of the Beachwood Inn. The sale of the greatest bar this world has known finally went through, and I sadly witnessed some of the final paperwork get signed on the pool table. I wish I could unsee that; I had to turn away during those proceedings. I was there because the outgoing owners, Bob and Jim Stepien, who changed many lives during their long, glorious run, invited the regulars to a private party for one final goodbye. We tried to drink all the remaining inventory just to punish the new owners, whom I suspect we will never meet (nor want to) and whose new establishment I suspect we will never patronize (nor want to). We didn’t quite make it – there was still plenty of booze on the shelf when I stumbled out of there – but then, the Beachwood has always been more about the dream than the execution. But what dreams we had.
Posted on June 18, 2015