Back when it was around, I never got a chance to go to Coit’s.
I lived not too far from the one at NW 39th and Penn growing up, but it was just never on my family’s radar. And even when I got my own car and started exploring the vastness of the Big Town by myself, it was still someplace that never crossed my mind and, when it did, their lot was full of Christmas trees and it was just too much trouble for a hot dog and some root beer.