I’m heartbroken to hear from my brother that the 160 year-old North Java Inn in my mom’s hometown burned down. It is especially meaningful for us because our grandparents owned it for long stints during their lifetime. I always hoped my brothers and I would run it some day.
Over the years, The Inn vacillated in its use and clientele as a boarding house, watering hole for rowdy motorcyclists, and most recently one of the best places in rural Wyoming County to eat wings, drink Genesee and watch the Buffalo Bills play their hearts out.
We’ll miss you, you old dog.