Jeremy Wladis was stopped at a Wawa somewhere in Delaware, where he was trying to polish off a turkey hoagie while explaining why his attempt to give the historic Post Pub in Washington a second life never really stood a chance. It wasn’t just the high price of doing business in 2024 or a landlord apparently unwilling to cut him a break, Wladis said between mouthfuls. It was the pandemic, which had hollowed out the buildings downtown and cut off the supply of available office drones willing to stretch the limits of their stomachs with a Black Angus burger and side of onion rings, hand-battered and unbeatable by any competitor within a three-mile radius.
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