So it's January 2003 & I'm back in Kentucky - a cold return from South Florida & I'm eager to get started. First thing is a name. I've eliminated many from a list providence and settled on "Café Americana" - I share this with Marcie her response - it's a depot - the next day having thought about this overnight she is waiting for me when I get to the restaurant.
"The Depot might not be the fanciest name or the most upscale name but it is a Depot! Sunny moved an old house here - added an overhang & placed it on the site of the original Depot. Hell the L&N Magazine even did an article on it as a working old Depot!" Marcie exclaimed "I'm gonna finance this for you & when you pay me in full you can call it any f***in this you want but until that day it's the f***in Depot."
"Yes ma'am" - I tucked my tail between my legs like the whipped pup I was & had a sign made.
The Depot
"A Fine Dining Bistro"
She didn't like the bistro at first but by the time she saw it on the building - too late. We threw white linens everywhere, got so many flowers it smelt like a funeral parlor, used crystal & silver plates & made an overwhelmingly large menu, placed an enormous food order, trained a staff for two days - most of which was prep & opened on a Sunday to a overwhelming reception of patrons who waited patiently for hours for their food. We had to open, my $30,000 I had brought back to open with was gone, I had less than $1,000 left. But I sold $3,000 my first day. The old Depot was reborn!
Enjoy the Wooden Roller Coaster
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