T J’s Seafood

O TJ’s, wherefore art thou? You served up some of the worst slop in town, deep-​fried white trash discomfort food that made state fair chow look like Lutece. You had that huge vat of old grease which stank up the parking lot for weeks before getting emptied. You were special.
But now you are vacant… for four years! We dreaded the seemingly inevitable fast food chain but even they won’t touch the lovely corner of 7^th and Chicon (featuring five check cashing/​400% annual rate loan joints within two blocks. What do they know that we don’t? Math, perhaps…). And thus we send out our plea:
Someone start a Thai place here and we will keep it open all by ourselves!
There IS a market for real food in the Huston-​Tillotson area. There is none of it for many a block, unless cheese-​drenched everything counts. Give us some non-​fried, un-​cheesy food, and we will love you.
And fare thee well, TJ’s. You were the pits, but you were our pits.