How Did I Get Here? A Five Act Debacle
(Read ACT I here http://aprilinmiddlemaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/blizzards-blackwatch-bad-foundations.html)
After being snowed in the hotel for two days, I exited the now food and booze barren hotel to find a world of white. Walls upon walls of white snow, roads tunneled in between the never-ending snow. This was serious. EJ had been picked-up for his interview, so I decided to grab a coffee. As we were "in town," I went out on foot to look for a cafe. HA! To say I did not have proper footwear is a ginormous understatement. I couldn't walk anywhere. Back into the hotel to locate a Starbuck's to where I could drive (in our awesome rental car - a slight step above traveling the roads in my laughable winter gear).
(Read ACT I here http://aprilinmiddlemaine.blogspot.com/2012/01/blizzards-blackwatch-bad-foundations.html)
After being snowed in the hotel for two days, I exited the now food and booze barren hotel to find a world of white. Walls upon walls of white snow, roads tunneled in between the never-ending snow. This was serious. EJ had been picked-up for his interview, so I decided to grab a coffee. As we were "in town," I went out on foot to look for a cafe. HA! To say I did not have proper footwear is a ginormous understatement. I couldn't walk anywhere. Back into the hotel to locate a Starbuck's to where I could drive (in our awesome rental car - a slight step above traveling the roads in my laughable winter gear).
STUNNER and HUGE RED FLAG - the closest Starbuck's was in Portland - 40 minutes away. Now, this made no sense as Philly featured a Starbuck's within every six block radius. And trust me, it's not that I am the biggest Starbuck's fan*, but it is a staple. I regrouped, and decided I better walk around a bit and see what this town had (or did not have) to offer. I zipped up my three-inch heel, pointy toe black leather boots and hit the bricks.
Guess what? No white steeple in the middle of town; no pretty, indie shops; no funky cafes; no quaint lobster shack restaurant complete with properly distressed signage - this was not the Maine I had pictured. This was Lewiston-Auburn - The Other LA. It was an old mill town with a barely existing downtown. This was not promising. I immediately blazed off some snarky text messages informing my Philadelphia posse that I could not possibly consider living here - this town was beat - economically, socially, and culturally. Plus, there was tons of f--king snow!
EJ had returned from the interview and it had gone well. There were no overnight shifts. Barely any on-call work. A four day work week. No weekend work. No more Snuffleupagus. LOAN REPAY. SHIT!
That night, members from the prospective practice (and their spouses) were taking us out to dinner. They were trying to woo us, so off to the BEST restaurant in town - The Blackwatch. We had done lots of interviews and dinners, so we knew what to expect, but this was startling . . .the best restaurant in town was dark and dank, and dripping in Blackwatch plaid.
I had lived through the early nineties - I had done my time with plaid and flannel. Solo cup in hand, (untucked) flannel on, Nirvana and/or Pearl Jam blaring in the background. Done and done. Now here I was eating off of plaid tablecloths, being served by waitstaff wearing flannel vests, in a Blackwatch plaid wallpapered room. You can't say that they didn't know how to carry out the theme.
This was a steak and potatoes kind-of-place - I think. It was so dark I could barely tell what was happening. I certainly have no problem with a classic steak dinner, but this was such a far cry from the amazing restaurants in Philly that we frequented and loved. Philly had Masaharu Morimoto, Stephen Starr (say what you will, but at the time he was churning out some great restaurants), Marc Vetri, The DiBruno Brothers, etc etc etc. Lewiston-Auburn had The Blackwatch and no Starbuck's. The one question I had for these people was . . .
"how do you LIVE here?"**
Alas, I dared not ask such an inflamatory question, but when we returned to the hotel, we made an agreement. We could not possibly even consider moving here unless they made the proverbial "offer we could not refuse." Exit Maine, and back to the city we once thought would be our forever-home. This was getting dicey.
*My favorite coffee can be found in lovely Scranton, PA at Zummo's. Zummo's started as a penny candy shop across the street from EJ's grade school. It is now a wonderful cafe roasting their own beans in expert fashion. Award-winning and socially responsible - Zummo's does it so well, and you can still buy some penny peach rings. I love the coffee and import it in mass quantities. http://www.electriccityroasting.com
**Side note and spoiler - the shopping and retail in Lewiston-Auburn was even worse than the dining options. That is another (continuing, but improving) saga.