The destruction of the Challenger space shuttle. The death of Princess Diana. The revelation that enormously muscled athletes use steroids. Our history has seen many a day for sadness and disillusionment, and today is another such day. Uncle Brutha's Hot Sauce Emporium, by far the finest commercial establishment within the District's confines, is closing. With hundreds of hot sauces, endless rubs and spices and marinade, and a "tasting bar" where Brennan Proctor would ritualistically put on latex gloves to carefully apply his scorching sauces to your chip, the Hot Sauce Emporium was one of my favorite spots in DC. And the house sauce, Uncle Brutha's #10, is indescribably delicious. If there's a silver lining, it's that you'll still be able to order the sauce online, even if the storefront will cease to exist. But the storefront is closing, and there will be no other place where I can browse aisles and aisles of hot sauces. Today is a dark day indeed.
