This is a pointless rant, but it’s something that’s been on my mind for awhile.
Asheville is a town with its bad features, certainly–but among those bad features isn’t a lack of good restaurants. We rock on the restaurant front, have an embarrassment of riches. And on the dessert front we’re good, too, from the spectacular creme brulee at Zambra’s to the variety of Hungarian delights at Old Europe to the nationally-known Chocolate Fetish. We’re talking handmade confections created by folks who love their art.
There’s a business location in town that’s cursed. All towns have them. This place was a music club for a long time (Be Here Now); then it turned into a comedy club that allowed anti-gay jokes but forbade jokes against Billy Graham. Unsurprisingly, it died very quickly. It’s a huge space, of course–as I said, it used to be a music club.
Recently it reopened as a dessert parlor. Beautiful woodwork inside, a big bar, jazz playing. Probably would seat a hundred or more people. The rent’s gotta be stratospheric–it’s in the middle of downtown, nestled amongst other restaurants, and two businesses have already been unable to pay the rent in as many years.
But c’mon. Desserts. Everyone likes pie, right? burundi and I went there, hoping for the best.
It was foul. All their desserts were the kind of previously-frozen crap you get off the back of a truck. Nothing was homemade. And that bar? My bartender friend reports that you can get fifty different shitty variations on the vodka martini, and that’s about it.
What on earth would possess someone to have such a bad business plan? The place is always empty (I’ve not seen more that six people in there at once since it opened a couple months ago), and no wonder: it really sucks. Not sucks in an “I give you an A for effort” way, like some other restaurants. No, it sucks in an “I can’t believe you thought this would work” way.
The place is going down, no question. Even if they’d hired a fantastic baker, it’d be going down: you can’t fill a restaurant with 100 dessert-eaters, not in a town this size. But at least then I would’ve understood: it would be a noble attempt by people who love desserts to share their joy.
Not this. This is a business-plan restaurant, and my spastic colon could come up with a better business plan.
What’s wrong with people?
Daniel