Late last year, my favorite restaurant in Boston was forced to close when its liquor license wasn't renewed. At the time, I was furious. What had happened is that "neighbors" of the restaurant (read: white yuppies that live 7+ blocks away) objected to the "undesirable element and noise" that the restaurant attracted in their "up-and-coming" Jamaica Plain neighborhood. Since this was an inexpensive Ethiopian restaurant, I'm going to assume that "undesirable element" was code for "relatively poor black clientèle." I petitioned the Boston City Council, pointing out all sorts of interesting data like the fact that no one lived near the restaurant (using photos of the parks that surround it...), that the clientèle was largely blue-collar blokes trying to make ends meet (usually as taxi drivers) and weren't causing anyone any trouble. But to no avail. The burgeoning property owners had won. Fasika closed, neighborhood property values rose slightly, and I begrudgingly moved on with life. I bought a house, moved further away from JP, and assumed that was that.
Until today, that is. Pat Lam just told me the greatest news ever. Fasika has reopened. In Somerville. Five blocks from where I now live. I'm so happy that I could cry! This white yuppie property owner proudly welcomes Fasika to his up-and-coming Somerville neighborhood. And I'll happily watch my property value (and most likely, weight) go up because of it.