This picture is not mine, it’s from LimeyG’s website.
Why is the city involved with determining is a cheese shop if a good fit for a neighborhood? I see the need for permission to open a toxic waste facility. A train yard? Yes, we need city involvement. Really, anything that is dangerous or even disruptive, but a wine & cheese shop? Get out of town!
Is it weird the Boston Licensing Board determines need? Is it really a good idea for a few politically-powerful, overly-influenced, possibly-juiced-in buttinskis (who make an ass-load of money for a part-time job!) to determine the market. Nicole Ferrer’s assertion that “There really is no market that service this niche,” shouldn’t even be a consideration. Free market determines the need.
This is the same genius-filled board that questioned Allston’s need for a McDonalds that opens early morning:
Board member Suzanne Ianella questioned the need to open that McDonald’s at 5 a.m., saying a neighboring Tedeschis may already sell an Egg McMuffin-like breakfast substance at that hour.
What’s wrong with this broad? It shouldn’t be up to a government board to determine the business needs of a neighborhood and protect existing business from competition. Can’t McDonald’s adequately determine the need themselves? Can’t their patrons determine the need?
Really… What the hell is wrong with these people?
UPDATE: Let’s celebrate! The all-powerful licensing board approved the request.
And a special thank you to Adam at Universal Hub for covering these ridiculous hearings. Ain’t got time and ain’t no way I could remain quiet as these ass-hats continue to mess up the city and its businesses.
Will I go back? Yup. It’s not the nicest place in town, and the menu doesn’t have any real standouts that can’t be had elsewhere, but I still like Leo’s Place. A lot. The food is good, the service is fast, the staff is friendly, and the price is right. Just don’t expect two pound burgers and hubcap-sized pancakes; portions are a throwback to a time when places didn’t serve Cheesecake-Factory-sized portions for obese Americans.
A quick note to the clowns at the bar next door… never mind. I’ll explain some other time.
105 Salem Street