Oh, absolutely. There was a Cantonese restaurant in my hometown that I used to visit with both my dad and my mom (separately, of course — they divorced when I was 2 yrs old) all the time.
I loved the kroepoek / krupuk, and they had an aMAZing noodle soup with every meat known to mankind (ok, most of them: beef, pork, duck, chicken, prawns), lots of veg and delicious wheat noodles. For a while in my 20s, my ex & I would get that soup once a week.
I was able to introduce my PIC to it as well — I think we may have made it there twice, until one summer we returned to find it was now a phone card shop 
I suppose the owners deserved their retirement after 40+ years in the biz.
The Thai Park in Berlin, which is obviously not a restaurant, but it came about as close to visiting Thailand as possible. We miss it dearly, and many a Sunday afternoon spent there dining and drinking mai tais and mojitos brought to our picnic blanket. You could even get Thai massages there.
A small pizza place we used to scoot to specifically to share a couple slices for lunch, including chanterelle pizza in season 
A fried chicken place back in the US. The owner was a bit of a dick, but his chicken as well as his mac & cheese were fantastic.
Finally, our go-to Sichuan place back home. We’d been going with large groups for almost 16 years. The owner retired last fall and moved away, and the new owners turned it into a buffet-only sitch. It’s not the same, and nobody else makes a cuke salad as good as they did.
PS: Great topic, @FindingFoodFluency!
