Die! Die! Die, My Darling!

Tricia Romano waxes poetic on the closing of Tonic.

How many times have I written this column? A club moves in and makes a neighborhood exciting, bringing new residents to the area. The new residents get richer, tonier. They buy condos and get mad that the club that introduced them to the area in the first place even exists. They cause a commotion, and call 311 over and over. The club gets harassed out of business. Rinse, wash, repeat.