Danny Williamson stood outside the , turning away would-be diners and asking them to keep an eye on the restaurant's Facebook page instead.
That, he said, would be the best way to learn about re-opening plans after the business was shuttered last week, the result of a fire at the next-door .
Williamson, a regional manager with the company, said the restaurant at 726 Lake St. suffered extensive smoke and water damage. The cleanup, he said, will take "weeks."
And while the damage and ensuing cleanup is a major setback, Williamson said it could've been much worse.
"The response time from the fire department and police department was unbelievable," he said. "Without them, we would've lost our business."
Over at , 730 Lake St., owners Eric and Brandy Masoncoup are taking the lemons-into-lemonade approach. In an email newsletter sent one day after the June 4 fire, they anticipated they'd be open by June 16. They wrote:
At first, the store looked like it was in pretty good shape...but, remember the evil foe? Smoke. There was soot in the air and it smelled horrible. We sat there overwhelmed taking it all in, and yet feeling enormously blessed, knowing it could have been worse.
On Saturday, the store sent out another email update, saying the independent shop would be closed for up to three weeks. "Life can change in an instant," they wrote. "Once this is all done, our beautiful little toy store will be shiny and new - life is sometimes strange."
To close the newsletter, they excerpted a passage from Jon Muth's Zen Shorts, which we'll republish here.
The Farmer’s Luck
There was once an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years.One day, his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.“Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it two other wild horses.“Such good luck!” the neighbors exclaimed.“Maybe,” replied the farmer.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown off, and broke his leg. Again, the neighbors came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.“Such bad luck,” they said.“Maybe,” answered the farmer.
The day after that, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army to fight in a war. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by.“Such good luck!” cried the neighbors.“Maybe,” said the farmer.