I’ll be honest. There are a couple of places that have opened lately that I have more or less ignored because their locations were a little “snakebit.” Then former Log Cabin Democrat employee and distant relative Beau Wilcox used that term on Facebook last week, and it amused me so much that I decided to roll with it.
If you’re not familiar with the term, the dictionary definition I found was “having or experiencing failure or bad luck.” However, the connotation is that, once a certain number of businesses fail at the same location, people start to consider every subsequent venture doomed from the get-go. So, after doing a little research, I’m extending amnesty to a couple of places that might be in danger of getting snakebit.
• Oak Street Flea Market and Furniture Mall has made some nice improvements to the building next to Layla’s. I watched with dread for some time as I realized another flea market was coming to town, but when it started looking pretty on the outside I decided to check it out (incognito, of course). The inside was not disappointing — and this from someone who has been shopping the flea markets lately. I declare this location back on the map. Please go visit.
• Eat My Catfish has opened in the building that was, at some point in time, Hart’s Seafood. Don’t even get me started on all the other things it has been, most of which never should have existed. I have not visited the newly opened eatery, but I have seen photos on the Facebook page that look inviting. This restaurant started in Benton and got rave reviews online, so I’m cautiously optimistic. Rule of thumb with restaurants, as with GPS coordinates: Let your senses be your guide.
• I almost hesitate to include Rock City Kicks in this list, because I’m pretty sure it is holding its own among its target audience, but for the rest of you, here is the lowdown. In the shopping center at Prince Street and Salem Road — yes, the one you can sort of get into now that the road is mostly passable again — you have probably noticed the sign for Rock City Kicks. They have only been open about a month and a half, despite the sign having been there for longer. The business is a specialty sneakers boutique — Jordan, LeBron, Nike and the like. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a men’s sneaker boutique. How naïve!
I hope I haven’t let these imaginary amnesty-bestowing powers go to my head too much. If you see me writing parking tickets downtown, you’ll know. Cheers!
(Rachel Parker Dickerson is a freelance columnist/journalist. Send your questions and comments to firstname.lastname@example.org)