It’s easy to forget Christopher Smitherman’s brash relentlessness is based on old-school Civil Rights tactics. But that doesn’t make the NAACP president any easier to take.
Homearama, the annual orgy of housing excess, fell victim to the real-estate bust as cash-strapped builders refused to gamble on speculative construction of luxury housing.
Can the Gamble House be saved? The good people of Westwood are willing to try.
An overweight man sits nearby, talking into a cell phone and taking large bites from a Big Mac. It’s gone in 60 seconds. A substantial mound of fries and nearly a quart of soda disappear just as quickly.
This is going to sound strange, but if you could find the Ft. Wright Family Restaurant, it would be a great place to eat. But you can’t. Sure, it’s right off I-75, but it’s hidden next to the chiropractor in the middle of a strip mall that’s behind the credit union that’s behind one of the gas stations. Even Google Maps gives you a “can’t get there from here” alert. So forget even trying. But here’s what you’re missing: Everything’s from scratch, except the pies.
In this Age of Buzz and dwindling marketing budgets, most restaurants are enthused about an unsolicited article. Not Chef Shawn McCoy. When our photographer contacted him to make a date for shooting the photos that accompany this article, McCoy fired off a sarcastic e-mail to me: “What were you thinking? We have slipped into blissful obscurity and only had to worry about staying afloat in troubled times.