No, truthfully I don't go to Sunny's much. And only on rare occasion does Sunny, himself, though he lives upstairs. I've been back perhaps a dozen times in the past four years but I've never felt quite at ease again. Though all the physical elements are nearly unchanged, it's a very different place or I'm a very different person. Perhaps it's the classic idea of infatuation, maturation, and eventual departure. Sunny's is an institution, a truly splendid bar, and it has a whole new generation of devotees but it is run like a conventional business nowadays. A law-abiding sort-of-place, frankly, which really means Sunny's influence has faded. He never had much use for codes or regulations, however little he was aware of them. Without trying, Sunny was an astute businessman in that he realized the less available something is, the more valuable it becomes. He opened his bar one night a week. Going to Sunny's was an experience. Today, Sunny's is open for business nearly every day and therefore, has a somewhat passing-through patronage. Younger faces, too. Many of these changes can't be helped. The neighborhood, as I once knew it, has largely disappeared and the bar has adjusted. I had my time there and the Sunny's that I depict is the Sunny's of that period, not the Sunny's of today. Someone else will chronicle that and I really believe that will be a beautiful story in its own right.