Detroit REVELations (Noel Night)

Here’s a tip about a great place to kick off the Christmas holiday revels:  my new favorite city, Detroit. My brother, David, had been telling me about Noel Night for years. I found a cheap flight and spent a long weekend in the city.

Noel Night is Detroit’s 39 year old tradition, held on the first Saturday of December. It’s a customizable experience where Midtown is the star, providing entertainment at tiny, mid-sized, and mega-venues. Midtown cultural powerhouses — Detroit Institute of Arts and the Charles H. Wright African-American Museum — also host multiple performances throughout the evening.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. First, I’m going to share the revelations I had about Detroit before I took part in Noel Night revels.

Almost as soon as I hit town, I walked over to Socratea Teahouse and Gallery in Midtown. It is a lovely, creatively curated space. It’s not only my kind of place, it’s my muse as well. I’ve spent hours writing there, while drinking pot after pot of tea or a smoothie. Socratea does tea up proper, steeping it according to type. I spent so much time there in September, that the owner, Meg Provenzino, recognized me on this visit. That’s actually kind of cool, considering I live in Maryland.

My first revelation:  Socratea is my “happy place” in Detroit.

David’s “happy place” is at the bar of a good restaurant. We checked out two new ones over the weekend. The first was Selden Standard. Not unusual of renovated buildings in Detroit, this restaurant abuts a former vagrant hangout, now a fenced-off vacant lot. At the bar, we talked with a native Detroiter, who had relocated from NYC. Our conversation flowed from Hurricane Sandy to local politics to the food industry and then to our new friend’s take on the Detroit water bill situation.

Speaking of water…did you know that 21% of the world’s fresh water flows through the City of Detroit? The city has been described as the Saudi Arabia of water!

My second revelation: Great food, great atmosphere, and great company – that’s my recipe for a great evening, and it is easy to find that in Detroit. There is a lot of civic pride, and the people are the heart of the city.  Give it up for the Midwest and its accessible and friendly people, even in a hardcore city!

Conversations with random people continued the next day. We started at Astro Coffee on Michigan Avenue in Corktown. It’s in an isolated commercial block in a transitional area. The very successful Slows Bar-B-Q probably started the transition, and is located at one end of the block.

We walked to the other end of the block and saw this signage:  “Pawnshop” and “Gold Cash Gold.” Instead of a pawnshop, though, the interior was fitted out as a restaurant. We were curious; and the door was unlocked, so we went in. The owner, Ronald Cooley, met us inside; gave us a tour; explained all the recycled materials used in the decor; and confirmed that the building was formerly a pawnshop. So, he figured, what the hey – keep the sign and call the restaurant Gold Cash Gold! The grand opening was later that night. It turns out the Cooley family owns both Slows and Gold Cash Gold, and their restaurants anchor the block.

My third revelation:  I saw an area in transition and a single block transformed by small businesses. This block in Corktown is Exhibit A for reclaiming an area for fun and entertainment one building and one block at a time.

Later that day, we went to a wine shop — Fine Wine Source — in Livonia, a Detroit suburb. I asked David why we were driving so far for a wine shop. As it happened, that little wine store run was worth it.

Fine Wine Source is located in a small strip mall not far from the freeway.  It’s an unpretentious family-owned business. The mother, father, and daughter provided personal and superb customer service. They acknowledge and appreciate returning customers, which, of course, keeps them coming back, even if they live miles away. The owner’s knowledge of wine and wine storage goes deep, and he’s happy to make his customers a little smarter about wine.

The bonus was the Saturday wine tasting and meeting Proprietor and Winemaker, Lorenzo Gatteschia. We tasted four wines from his Tuscan estate and winery, Podere Ciona. The wines were very nice and we bought a couple of bottles. Even though we were trying to beat it back to Midtown before the Noel Night crowds descended, it was great spending a little time in this shop to sip and learn.

My fourth revelation:  I had a very good experience with customer service at Detroit businesses. Look, people in the Detroit metro area are not going to let poor customer service be their trademark; the city has been maligned enough. No, I think the award for poor customer service might go to – ahem! – Washington, DC. 

So, now for the weekend’s signature event:  Noel Night. We had a loose plan for the venues and artists we would see that night. We started at Socratea, which offered free tea samples, cookies, and 10-minute massages to its first 500 customers. We moved on to the Museum of Contemporary Art -Detroit (MOCAD). From there, to Flo Boutique to hear a singer, who was scheduled to perform in the shop window. (We missed his set, but I bought a cute hat.) We stopped through an art gallery on our way to a small pizza shop to hear an up-and-coming vocalist.

The performance by the youth choir, Mosaic Singers, at the Charles H. Wright African-American Museum was one of the highlights of our Noel Night. It was standing room only, but we didn’t stand for long. We slipped into two seats in the middle of the back row as soon as they were vacated, without applying our elbows. (It pays to be quick and civilized!)

We connected with two friends, who were at the Detroit Institute of Art cafe getting some grub. They joined us at the Unitarian Universalist Church for our Noel Night grand finale: Thornetta Davis. She’s a Detroit original, an R&B vocalist, with a huge, gorgeous mid-range voice. Her guitarist and keyboardist are world-class musicians. Thornetta set the tone for the Christmas season with rousing, joyous carols. Her rendition of “Silent Night” — one of the best I’ve ever heard — evoked pure wonder at the long-awaited birth.

If you go to Detroit for Noel Night, anticipate the harshest weather and pack the right layers of clothing so you’re comfortable walking outdoors from venue to venue. Detroiters aren’t weather wimps.  Nothing stops them from reveling on Noel Night to get their Christmas spirit on.

Campus Martius - Christmas tree

Campus Martius – Christmas tree


Ms. Daisy Goes on Safari – Part II

Ms. Daisy’s missives continued:

Dear Family,

You must not be anxious for me. Everyone is so friendly and supportive. When I arrived here in Capetown today I decided to take a walk around The Spier’s Estate where we are staying. Well, when I did not show for this meeting (a travel enticement thing) I do believe an alarm occurred because Mary Anne declared that it was not like me to miss anything. Well, I thought, only when it suits my primary interest, which was to enjoy my surroundings before Brian has us running nonstop as he will likely do tomorrow. Our director is a jewel, but he intends for us to see everything.

We spent the last three nights in Kruger National Park where we went on game drives daily. In fact we left one day at 7:30 and did not return until evening. A few dropped out halfway through the day but the rest of us soldiered on. The next day we had a morning drive. Actually, I enjoyed the safaris.

I love the countries I have visited. The people are very friendly and the women have such beautiful smooth skin. There is spectacular beauty despite the evidence of poverty everywhere. I do not think these people allow their condition to define them.

Tomorrow is wine tasting at another venue. Although I had a little red wine tonight, I shall not do the justice that you other Hazels might.

Enough, I am tired but happy.

Love, Mama

I was thrilled to receive one last email from Mama three nights before she left South Africa.

Dear Heart,

I am in Cape Town now. Today I ascended Table Mountain to a spectacular view of the area. Although heights make me nervous I did not wimp out. Already I was regretting that I did not ride the elephant when I had a chance.

Tonight I bought a book from a man who was both his [Nelson Mandela’s] guard and friend during his stay at Robben Island. Tomorrow we will go to See the prison. As I understand it, we ferry over. Speaking of conveyances, I have been on planes here on at least two occasions since I came to Africa. We were two and a half hours from Kruger to Cape Town. Oh yes, in Stellenbosch, a university town, we went wine tasting. Of course my participation was minimal but not absent. After spending only one night at Spied Hotel, we transferred to Cullinan Hotel, where we shall be for the rest of our stay in Africa.

You have heard little about food issues because I have had so few. In fact it might turn out that I have gained weight what with eating at seven and eight at night. The buffets are unbelievable. What can I say?

Love ya,

Mama

When Ms. Daisy returned, I asked her about all those bags of nuts and raisins she had squirreled away in her suitcase. I asked her if she still had that special toothbrush; the little folding stool to make her legs comfortable during flights; a time zone alarm clock she hadn’t figured out how to operate before she left; the dial-your-vision reading glasses; three types of bug spray and sunscreens; special earplugs; huge sunhat with built-in sunscreen; and a personal clean air supply gadget worn around the neck— among others. Oh yeah, I can’t forget the mosquito netting canopy she planned to put over her bed at night. Ms. Daisy packed for survival!

Where are all the gadgets now? Ms. Daisy confessed that most of them are still in South Africa:  lost, given away, or bartered for crafts at the market.

When Ms. Daisy / Mama — the technophobe — left for Africa, she said she wouldn’t bother with her camera. She ended up taking almost 700 photos. Mama more than survived the trip with Vantage, she loved it and said it was a trip of a lifetime. She even took a helicopter ride. Now, she’s thinking about the next travel extravaganza for her 90th birthday!

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