Red on Red

Red on Red

During my University days, I spent an embarrassing amount of time at Bar Italia on Corydon Avenue. In the winter, when classes were on, it was my spot for coffee and studying. And in the summer, there was no better patio in the city. Friday nights were probably my favorite time to be there; the place was always so full of friends, I practically felt like I knew everybody at the bar.

Things have changed at Bar Italia, though. The demographic has shifted (when I go in there these days I usually don’t recognize a soul), and with every passing renovation (of which there have been many), the place feels less and less like home.

And then there’s the red. What’s with all the red??

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