Around five o’clock this morning, Bea woke me up.
“What is that noise outside?”
“Sounds like a trash truck. It’s Friday, SDT picks up on Fridays.”
“It smells like smoke.”
“I don’t smell anything.”
“It smells like smoke.”
“Well dear, then go on the balcony and go look.”
“OH. MY. GOD. HUBIG’S IS ON FIRE!”
The view from our balcony (Hubig’s is right behind the house across the street):
The aftermath:
As delicious as they are, I usually try to not eat their pies in light of the “Battle of the Bulge”, but I do walk my dogs by them every morning, saying hi to the morning crew as I pass.
I wish we still had one or two of the pies we had custom printed for the wedding in the freezer.
Also, kudos to the NOFD for keeping the houses surrounding this five-alarm fire (some as close as 3 feet) basically unscathed. NOPD was on the scene very early as well, waking up the surrounding neighbors and making sure everyone was aware of the situation.
So long, Hubig’s.
A terrible day.