Sorry, Ms. BJC: sadly, the curse is not broken after all. Say goodbye to wifi and nice Katy and yummy pizza and bad music. Mark and I stopped by Red Line the other night because I was telling him how good the pizza was. (In truth, he was set on WingDome, but they were thankfully undergoing renovations.) When we went in and tried to order beer, the guy said they didn't have a liquor license. Wha...? And that led to the pained explanation that Red Line was losing too much money and an Amante's (crappy nondescript Italian takeout, like Romio's) would be taking its place within two weeks.