The Bong District: unusual agglomerations of unusual uses

Well, yet another head shop opened up in downtown Ithaca recently, this one just a half block away from the east end of The Commons, where six other head shops now do a bustling business. With such a heavy concentration of head shops in one area in such a small town, I’ve taken to calling this block “the Bong District”.

Why so many head shops in one area? A convergence of forces; the city’s large population of hippies and crunchy/progressive/natural/alternative Baby Boomers, about 27,000 college students with large disposable incomes, the close proximity of glassblowing schools in Corning, and New York State’s lenient drug laws created a “perfect storm” of sorts for the emergence of the Bong District. The Bong District is something of a regional tourist attraction; it’s a day trip destination for those looking for exotic, unique and often very expensive glass.

Agglomerations of specialized businesses are nothing new; electronics stores in the Akihabara district of Tokyo; the Diamond District of New York City, the Furniture Rows, Antique Rows and Auto Rows of many large and small American cities. I’m curious about the more unusual agglomerations of businesses – the Bong District of Ithaca, the Mommy District along West 32nd Street in Denver, Indian Restaurant Row in Niagara Falls NY, and so on – and the forces that caused such districts to be formed.

South Street in Philadelphia. Years ago I would have said that Wonderland off of Rittenhouse Square was the only headshop in Philly. Now there are 3 or 4 dedicated headshops on South Street and a few other places nearby with a side biz in pipes.

South Street in decline is still a draw for the younger set. It has a concert venue (TLA), bars, shops, but mostly its storied past as the counterculture center of Philly.

I suppose Gourmet Gulch in Berkeley would qualify (also known as Gourmet Ghetto). It started with Alice Waters’ restaurant, other restaurants wanted to be close to her place so that her cachet would rub off on them.
Roddy

Where is Alice’s Restaurant, anyway? Back in the day, it was in that little house on the corner of Shattuck and Cedar, across the street from the supermarket (that used to be the Co-op). More recently, I passed through and noted it isn’t there any more. But I know it’s somewhere. Where is it now?

(Yes, I know the real name is Chez Panisse.)