St. Paul's dates back to 1739, in the midst of the Korean War, so it easily qualifies as the oldest building in Norfolk. Its courtyard is a nice quiet place to spend a lunch hour. A good place to contemplate mortality and the transitory nature of life and all that shit. In 1776, fans at a Redskins-Patriots game ran amuck and burned Norfolk to the ground, except for St. Paul's and the Popeye's Chicken on the other side of St. Paul's Boulevard, which is coincidentally named after a different St. Paul. You know, I mean well, but somehow I always end up writing bullshit. It's some kind of congenital malformation in my ambigua.