Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I see I'm not the only one who presses her nose to vacant storefront windows and lets her imagination go wild! OK fellow dreamers, here's another storefront for you.
For years it held a legendary used bookstore, but now it sits vacant. Its neighbors include an avant-garde-nouveau-hip-chic Japanese noodle bar with fancy lighting and uncomfortable chairs. Beyond that, soon to open, is a French bistro that replaces..wait for it...another French bistro that just closed. Parking is rather lousy, but the neighborhood is good, and you'd have a good amount of walk-in traffic from folks who walk to work. (Do people even walk to work anymore? Never mind. This is Claralandia. We get to make our own rules, remember?)
So, what would you put here? In my dreams, it's a greengrocer with fresh produce and flowers up front, tall shelves stocked with jams and jellies, pastes and condiments, staple foods and luxury yuppie foods that make you feel all sassy and worldly when you buy them. (Not to mention poorer.) And in the back, or perhaps along one side, you'd have a small and efficiently organized kitchen from which food-loving people create all your favorite comfort foods, which are then packaged and placed in a cooler so you can pick them up, take them home, heat them up, eat them, and feel like, well, ok, you didn't manage to make a meal for yourself, but you supported someone really good who did. Oh, and did I mention the apothecary jars of Claramels by the register?
How about you? What do you see?