If you're reading this, you probably know the one. About a mile south of 495 on US 1. The one that smelled like a sewer and had sparsely stocked shelves with pre packaged banana bread that expired 8 years ago. The one with the restaurant that you wouldn't dare eat at, even for sole possession of a winning powerball ticket.
Yeah, it closed. Found out the hard way tonight thinking I'd snag a spot there for my 10 and when I rolled up it was dark - jersey barriers out front. Thankfully traffic was nonexistent so I just pulled a U turn with the help of the lot across the street.
Go ahead and take it out of your I-desperately-need-parking-in-truck-parking-purgatory list. R.I.P. mom n pop ####hole. You will not be missed.