I'm sure Detroit was a nice place at some point. (Okay, that's a stretch.) But now, it's a cesspool, filled with potholed streets, sub-par graffiti (yes, there is a such thing as good graffiti) and ghosts.
How scary is Detroit? Me and my cameraman, Jeff, got lost at one point. In the middle of the day. And we were petrified.
Don't go. Don't ever go.
We were fortunately there only 24 hours. We ate dinner at Big City Bar and Grill, found it to be alright, if standard. We split a ham and pineapple pizza - it was edible. But we had been traveling for 4 hours. A brick would have tasted good at that point. But the beer was cold and the Nuggets game was on TV.
We skipped breakfast, and for lunch before we caught our flight, decided to get out of the bleak and visit Ann Arbor.
Ann Arbor is a broke-ass Boulder. That's the best way I can put it. It has its charm, and is probably the best town for 300 miles in every direction, but that's not saying much. Pueblo would be the best town for 300 miles in every direction if plopped in Eastern Michigan.
What the city lacked in flair (or yuppies) it made up for in our dining experience. We ate at the Red Hawk Bar and Grill in Ann Arbor. I had the Cuban Hero and found lots of pork, great ham and swiss cheese and just the right amount of pickle. The chorizo was a little burnt, but tasty. The place is classy, but I think it tries a little too much. Exposed brick gave way to enameled floors, and too much local "art" on the walls.
Feeling adventurous? Give Downtown Detroit a try on a weekend night? Sure, you might get shot, but that's part of the fun of trying new things.
No comments:
Post a Comment