Hey Phil, you know what you have in common with these people?
For all the journalists and pseudo-journalists (I'm looking at you, Charlie LeDuff), who might come across this posting by accident, there are a few things you should consider before you hand in another derivative write-up about Phil Cooley. First of all, being on seven advisory boards really isn’t that noteworthy. Chances are, Phil probably isn’t saying anything revolutionary, and the only thing potential entrepreneurs need to hear that they haven’t already been told a dozen times already is “Here is how you convince banks to give you a business loan…”. So unless Detroit’s economy can be saved by learning how to do the magnum pose, don’t glorify his presence on seven advisory boards.
"You can totally get the bank to give you a business loan by giving them the magnum pose"
"I taught Phil Cooley everything he knows"
Furthermore, stop using Slow’s BBQ as an example of urban renaissance. Slow’s BBQ is an outlier. In the field of statistics, an outlier is the most extreme observation, one that deviates markedly from other members of the sample in which it occurs. Slow’s BBQ did not kick-start a wave of successful businesses investment in the Corktown neighborhood. Anyone remember the Mercury Coffee Bar across the street from Slow’s? How long did that stay open for? Two days? Any activity on the “GOLD CASH GOLD” building a few doors down from Slow’s? How about the CPA Building across the other street? Anything going on at all on Michigan Avenue west of the train station? Did the rumor that people have been hearing for several years about a Slow's takeout location in Cass Corridor ever amount to anything more than a fart in the wind? The only visible development to happen as the result of Slow's BBQ's success has been a new parking lot between the building that housed the Mercury Coffee Bar, and the vacant Roosevelt Hotel building.
It’s nice to see that Torya Blanchard and her business Good Girls Go To Paris managed to get a little press coverage in between Phil Cooley write-ups. I’m not entirely sure what the hell a crepe is supposed to be, but so long as someone doesn’t tell me that it’s going to be an hour and a half wait to get a table, just for the sake of making your place look like the hottest thing ever (the wait is never actually that long at Slow’s), I might be willing to find out.
Having a somewhat recognizable pretty girl walk in at just the right time in that video is a little schmaltzy, but so long as I don’t have to hear about Blanchard every other day, I wish her the best of luck. And if she needs someone to do the driving as she throws unsold crepes at Slow’s front door, I’m totally in.