Time was of the essence, it was Thursday and Ed’s doppelgänger scheduled to drop off the deposit on Monday. We dropped it off on Saturday. Sheer stealth, in this case, won the game.
Here’s how it went down:
We get a call from a broker saying he can show us a space that we we’re interested in, and so we schedule a meeting. Here’s where it got strange in a Twilight Zone kind-of-way. When we get there it’s double-booked, with another prospective tenant, which isn’t that odd in itself, except that the other team was us. I mean this literally, not figuratively.
I get there early with my brother, Ed, and being the first there we spend several minutes by ourselves poking around and admiring the character and potential in the space when Ed’s doppelgänger shows up.
Now when I say doppelgänger (DG), let me give you the rundown: Mister 20-something, with his 2 partners oh-so conveniently viewing the space at the same scheduled time, hailing from a respectable culinary pedigree from Nor Cal, donning gray New Balance sneaks, fitted dark denim, print hoodie zip up, black waist jacket, tilted paperboy cap, and plastic black hipster frames, this was Ed’s DG to the T, minus the fact that he was caucasian. Then here’s Ed: 20-something, with his 2 partners viewing the space at the same scheduled time, hailing from a respectable culinary pedigree from So Cal, donning gray New Balance sneaks, fitted dark denim, print hoodie zip up, black waist jacket, tilted paperboy cap, and plastic black hipster frames. Catch my drift? I stood there, head tilted, shocked and amused – it was like looking in the mirror, it was…bizarro world.
But i digress. The point is, that we were on point. This is what I knew: Here is a space that not only we see potential in, but our twinsies did also and they were ready to go in for the kill. However, after courting many a space, we were tired and hungry and therefore better prepared to pounce on our prey. Coming upon the dead of winter, timing was perfect as this would be our last chance to get our fill and hibernate (restaurant translation: work our butts off) to be ready to join in on the parade of springtime openings, before the summer rush.
Now, with location locked down, time to move.