Flynn's Cafe, R.I.P.

In the months since Bottomfeeder debuted in the pages of the Weekly, we've yet to experience the death of one of the hidden haunts we've profiled. But as we took the scenic route along Airport Way, bound for a Saturday afternoon screening of Superbad (Jonah Hill's good, but Michael Cera is heads and shoulders above any other comic actor in his age group), we witnessed the horror of the passing of Flynn's Cafe, which has been serving up huge sausage sandwiches before sunrise in SoDo for, like, forever.  We'd known that the building Flynn's was housed in had been on the block for some time, so this doesn't come as a huge surprise. But still, the place had no real equal in terms of lazy, homespun charm and a matriarch -- Barb -- who made you feel as though you were eating in your grandmother's kitchen.