I really didn't eat there that often. I moved to the neighborhood a couple of years before he opened the restaurant. Florent himself was such an optimist - or such a businessman - that he refused to be depressed about the destruction of the meat market by the mega-rich. His having no regret about gentrification bugged me. The weeks around FLORENT's closing were lively because all the old wait staff and drag queens and City Council members returned to eat hamburgers and tell stories. This picture was taken with my back to the place, a couple of days before it finally shut for good.