Attention, Union Square brethren!
After approx. 4,000 days in business as Sherman Cafe, this is our last hurrah, for by the end of this week, the Cafe shall be no more!
There’s too much to be said in a social media post, but, basically, this past year we’ve been in rebuilding mode anyway. Sherman’s 10 years old, almost 11: that’s a long time in cafe years (which are longer than dog years, did you know?) Although we tried to punch it up with owls and stuff, the place needs to be redone; for that, money needs to be raised, and that in turn begs a bunch of questions, like, what kind of business should we be running, anyway? Not that we’re complaining. For a place opened on a shoestring, Sherman has lasted a long time, but there’s only so much mileage we were ever going to get out of that bathroom.
And Union Square has changed: when we opened, our neighborhood was graduate students and post-post-collegiate types (like ourselves actually) and a bunch of old hippies and Old Somerville. Many of you (us?) have stayed in Union, and God bless you, but you don’t have seem to have time to hang out in the afternoons anymore, because you’re gainfully employed! You’re coming in for breakfast and weekends are as busy as any cafe owner could wish, but the writing on the wall in Union Square is: brunch, bistros and booze. That’s cool, those are some of our favorite activities, but it’s not Sherman.
So rather than lament the past, we’re going to just have a fond goodbye and let the place become another thing entirely. Come in this week and say farewell. We probably won’t always have everything we’re supposed to, but we will have a firm handshake/emotional hug/crisp salute for those who have patronized the establishment.
And Sherman, then, hopefully, will ascend to the firmament: the Union Square in the clouds, where it’s always a pretty great Saturday in May, a place where the rent is never risen and meals taxes are never due, and somebody is having a party later. You’ll find us next door to Tir na nOg, eat, Ronnarong, Macondo, Precinct, and PA’s before the wall came down, and that old Irish Eyes (but only for the karaoke). Our message to you is the same as anyone’s who is facing the end of a thing: Enjoy this moment, this neighborhood, this place we have: there is nothing like our dumb square anywhere. We’ve checked.
A million blessings to you, our customers: if we could do it all over again, we would (though we’d probably have charged approximately 5% more the whole time). Thank you, and see you soon.