I am still getting complaints from dissatisfied customers of The Twisted Vine so this morning I stopped by to see if I could catch someone on the premises. The place was locked up and there were no cars in the parking lot.
There was a broken window to the left of the front door.
The side door glass had been smashed in right above the door lever—it looked like someone had attempted to break in. Inside, there were a couple of tables in various states of disarray—one was completely set; another looked like someone had left and the table was never bussed. I didn’t see one bottle of wine anywhere.
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