Doff your hats and bow your heads, in memory of Lexington's great old Rogers Restaurant which was torn down a few years ago to make room for an ugly apartment complex.
I remember reading a Lexington Herald-Leader article about the place that said it must have been a bookie joint at some point in its checkered past, because when the last owner did some renovations, he discovered a secret panel that had concealed a secret room filled with telephone-line connections. Oh, to have been here in its glory days.
Support your local 50s-retro old-man saloon, folks, wherever you are. Enjoy 'em while they're here, because they'll all be pulled down sooner or later by the forces of postmodernism so they can put up a bank or a tanning salon or a quickie-mart. It's no country for old bars.
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Rogers was one the coolest things in Lexington. I dined there twice: once in the swanky white-table cloth area up front (ordering the recommended lamb fries) and once in the bar area in the back, where I had an amazing bean soup and cornbread.
I heard it was the oldest functioning restaurant in Lexington. And then they tore it down. Should have been a registered historical site.
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