I like that they're razing Nye's for more condos.  Nice touch MPLS.  So many memories of a toothless Ruth and some filthy red booths that couldn't quite supplant the feeling of everything else I'd loved about an era long gone. If I'd known then that the 90's were my 60's, I might've treated them with more respect. But they were so sloppy.  It's like America was that Duluth car sliding downhill backwards through a busy intersection while taking its own date rape drug and wondering why it was sore in the morning.  For you hipsters too young to remember, it was reasonable to assume the world really would end on Y2K.   Here we are again though, having to wait another 12 years for Jesus to return and send Paul Lundgren back to hell. It just doesn't seem fair.