My lord, it seems like only yesterday we were discussing partying all night in Mt. Pleasant. Now, it’s like there’s nothing left. Where’s that Laurie Collins when you really need her?
Today’s Washington Post includes and article about the economic slowdown in Mt. Pleasant. The neighborhood’s population has become wealthier, but local businesses have struggled to cater to a new clientele. Now, storefronts are unoccupied, and business owners are wondering if they can survive in this climate.
Enter the new resident/fancy pants professor/yuppie and the longtime resident/just chillin’ in front of his rowhouse dude.
Sean Flynn, 38, a neighborhood homeowner who teaches law at American University, said the strip has long been dominated by “two kinds of establishments — laundromats and mom-and-pop groceries that sell to” Latinos.
“I love those things, but I don’t need 10 of them,” he said. “We’ve always wanted more diversity in the retail. So, frankly, when some businesses close, we’re happy.”
When Flynn passes a vacant former supermarket on Mount Pleasant Street, he imagines a “really cool, vibey restaurant/bar” or a market that sells cheese, meats and wine.
Alex Maldonado, 35, considers the possibilities for the empty grocery as he hangs out in front the Mount Pleasant Street rowhouse in which he grew up.
“McDonald’s,” he said. “The food may not be healthy, but it provides a social structure. It’s a way to bring people together.”
Bravo Washington Post!First place, stereotypes of the year award. But, I have to say—-completely seriously—-that my favorite line in the piece comes a little earlier on. Lamenting the loss of revenue at her cafe Dos Gringos, Alex Kramer says:
“If you have all these vacancies and all this darkness, people don’t want to come,” Kramer said. “No one wants to buy the last cookie.”
No one wants to buy the last cookie. Poignant. Okay, Dos Gringos, I’m comin’ over to buy some coffee in about an hour.