Was it Nietszche who said, “The Pronto is dead! The Pronto remains dead! And we have killed it!”? Cue the sad music, because it seems that we have something of a tragedy on our hands: Yes, The Pronto (two words, capital-T, capital-P) is not long for this world. Grub Street Philly reports that this “painfully embarrassing experiment” (Such harsh words!) owes the state $1 million. Now, we’re no economic wizards or anything, but with the debt ceiling being raised and all, why can’t the state just add that to The Pronto’s tab or something?
The Pronto, we’ve had some good times together. From the first time you breathalyzed us to the time you had our fakes as an afternoon snack, we’ve been through it all. You’ll be in our hearts forever, or until we find a more convenient way to get drunk off cheap wine (whichever comes first). But who will fill the The Pronto-sized void you’ll leave in FroGro and our hearts?