Review of Come In, We’re Closed by Christine Carroll and Jody Eddy
by Emily Hoppe
If you’re lucky, you’ve had a night out that you wanted to never end. Lingering over each flavor, enjoying each sip, the conversation with whomever is across from you meanders away and comes back around. It’s perfect, but as the evening winds down you begin to look longingly around you at the warm restaurant and low-key staff, wishing you could pull up a seat at the bar and kick it with them until well after close (preferably while noshing on leftovers).
This wish is satisfyingly
