My mother always believed in ripping off Band-Aids. So here it is.

After five years, Agi's is leaving Franklin Avenue and will find a new home. 

This decision didn’t happen overnight . The basement floods. The refrigerators are too small. There are fewer than 30 seats. Every year we've asked a little more of this tiny restaurant than it was built to give.We kept making it work because that's what restaurants do. You patch things. You mop. You move the boxes. You come in early. You leave late. You convince yourself one more busy weekend might solve a problem that isn't really solvable. Last fall, when we needed help, you gave it. In a big way. The support from this community carried us further than I thought possible. It gave us the chance to make changes, find our footing, and imagine a future here.But eventually the room tells you when it’s time. And this one has given us everything it could. So before circumstances made the decision for me, I decided to make it myself.

Our last dinner service will be June 14. Our last lunch service will be July 5.

Between now and then, we'll cook some old favorites. The tuna melts, the cheesecake, the deviled eggs, the borscht. All the things that somehow became bigger than the little room they came from. Mostly, I just want to say thank you.For every seat filled. Every celebration. Every regular who became a friend. Every person who took a chance on an Eastern European inspired restaurant with a crooked basement and ambitious ideas. 

I don't know exactly what Agi's looks like next. I only know that restaurants are never really the space they're in.

They're the people who remember them long after the chairs are stacked and the lights go out.

With love & gratitude 

Jeremy