If you had a part of your adolescence in or around the city in the past fifteen years you probably spent a night or two (or five) at Sahara East, the East Village joint where the hookahs were cheap and underage drinking was frequently ignored by the surly staff. But, it seems, those days are over. EV Grieve notes that the hookah lounge has been seized by the taxman. Now where will 16-year-old kids go to feel adult while coughing up flavored smoke, sneaking joints in the back and sipping Heinekens?

Considering the food at Sahara was pretty awful and the service was worse, it is hard to get too worked up about it going the way of the dodo. But at the same time? Always sad to see the site of one's childhood indiscretions go away. Next puff is for you, Sahara!