It is never easy to report this kind of news, so I am just going to get right to it. We recently lost a brother, as depicted in the chalk outline below.
A life cut too short, this UTBAPH once thrived in the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago but slowly withered away, feeling out of place in a world overtaken by the dreaded D&Ds (delivery and DiGiorno). Cordoned off like a crime scene, from this overhead view you can still make out the distinct flooring of the seating area, the entrance, and even the spot in the middle of the seating area where the buffet sat. Below you can see a photo taken of this UTBAPH shortly before its demise, looking haggard and neglected. No doubt, some new thriving business will take its place, but not before we take a few minutes to remember our long lost brother. Rest in peace, UTBAPH. You belong to the ages now.
Now this here is a beaut. A classic Pizza Hut in all of its glory. Bright red roof, perfect blue sky, corner windows the whole way down to the ground. I am in heaven. But, lo, what is this email from Vladimir saying? This most perfect Pizza Hut ever is no more? At least, Vlad, tell me that it didn't become something awful and soul-crushing, like the new home of the Chicago Blackhawks or a check cashing place. Oh God, no. It is so much worse than even that. It is vacant. 
I can't look. Oh the humanity. No one told me how much crying there would be in blogging.
