I was talking to Martin about a reoccurring dream I had and he told me he had the same dream and it was was one of his favorites. Well, he didn’t have exactly the same dream but it was the same concept. In the dream we discover a really cool section of the city, somewhere we never knew existed, and it was exhilarating. It was almost like we fell asleep to look for this elusive place. It is a very comfortable destination.
We picked up Louise last night and met Matthew downtown when he got off work. They suggested Swillburger Playhouse for dinner, a place we had never been. We hadn’t been there since it became Swillburger but we did play there in the eighties when it was called the Community Playhouse. After dinner they took us to Cheshire Cocktail Lounge, another place we had never been. I hadn’t had a cocktail since Peggi’s mom died but when in Rome. . . This place is something like a speakeasy. There is no signage and you gain access by going up a staircase inside Solera Wine Bar. My grandfather was a bootlegger and he owned a bar on the west side when booze became legal. He would have loved this place.
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The lounge of which you write is in a space that was once a gallery associated with the eclectic shop called Hoppers. It marks the place of my first meeting with Barbara. It was a time when I was a furniture maker and was invited to show my work in the second floor gallery. To this day I swear it was inadvertent but… I left my scarf at my first meeting with the owners (including Kurt Feuerherm) and “The Fox”. Naturally I had to return at a later date to retrieve it; she was at the shop alone. The rest? History.
That dream became the plot of my novel The Rememberers. The protagonist finds himself actually walking into the neighborhood he had dreamed of as a youth. Much weirdness ensues…
Cheshire is a favorite. And I was surprised how swank the decor is in the Playhouse.