Chapter 3

As thinner Blues Brothers we rushed back to the plaza where Platte shared space with Saks Fifth Avenue, Crate and Barrel, and maybe twenty other businesses, including restaurants like Samba, a Brazilian steakhouse, and Simmer, a fondue place. My parents had never properly appreciated their good fortune when the working-class area began to thrive and names like Coachand The Sharper Image lit up. Instead, they got very turfy, grousing about reduced parking and the walk-ins who had so many shopping bags they couldn’t fit under the table. They snubbed a newly formed merchants’ association, wouldn’t participate in co-op advertising, waved off competing restaurants that offered coupons as desperate. After cutting 2.1 million calories from the menu, I had spent a fair amount of time politicking and forging alliances among fellow tenants.