When we got up this morning, that space was filled with a white ceramic tile-topped bar.
The bar-island dominated the kitchen, blocking the view of the back door to the patio, collecting sunglasses, cookbooks, spare change, vegetables, mail, dirty dishes, grade school homework, stuff that was supposed to be taken to the garage, wallets ... yeah, it was a bar junk yard that once a quarter or so was cleared to put noshes on when the Haverim came over for pot luck.
'Tis gone now. Jim of the Haverim stopped by this morning to consult with us how to change the face and utility of the kitchen. After Bernie made him Grandma May's biscuits and gravy, Jim and I thought that starting the procedure NOW was a good idea. (Too early in the day for wine -- don't blame it on that!)
Bernie started chipping tiles carefully ... and that was too much for Jim. He took a hammer and a pry bar and showed us how to get work done QUICKLY. Dang, that man can deconstruct!
This afternoon, Bernie and I went to Lowe's and bought my new sink and picked out counter material. Tomorrow we have an initial measurement being taken for an estimate. After that, it is up to Bernie and me to take out all the rest of the tile in the kitchen, down to the cabinets.
Man, I hope this turns out okay. For the first time in my life, I'm going to have a kitchen that has not only a great sink, but also the counter top material of my dreams -- rich, gleaming granite.
More on this as wrecking continues.