I once ate a meal at a restaurant called The No Worries Cafe. The meal was during a period in my life when I really needed a moment of no worries. Wishful thinking, I suppose, led me there.
I discovered the closure when I was writing my blog post about living on the sunny side of the street (but only literally). I was amusing myself with the question of whether the No Worries Cafe was on the sunny side of the street. Surely it must have been.
As happens with restaurants, this joint has been reincarnated. Different name, different identity. Old soul, new body. An appropriate development in this chain of metaphors.