That’s not a question. It’s a statement. This is all that is wrong with Eugene, a former International House of Pancakes that’s had its roof painted yellow and is now a steak & eggs restaurant. I can imagine the owners saying to the bank manager, “hey, you GOTTA give us an extra $6000, we’ve got a marketing plan that can’t fail…” and then heading down to the paint store.
I’m often frustrated by Portland’s backward attitude when it comes to new development. But the Rose City is like something out of A Space Odyssey compared to Eugene. For example, right across the street from this monstrosity is a car park that was planning to play host to a Whole Foods. Except the neighbors fought it. And won. They fought a freaking Whole Foods. Who does that? A further kick in the guts is provided when one walks past the Eugene City Hall. It looks like it hasn’t been touched since the late 1960s, and while I rather like the design, I’d like it more if it had been well maintained, or failing that, perhaps, bull. Dozed. As it is, it just says: “We haven’t moved on since then,” and also, “FUCK YOU, CHANGE.”
Downtown, there’s a store called Lazaar’s Bazaar, which I understand was a hold-out against redeveloping the strip. They pedestrianized the district, it died, they un-pedestrianized it, and it’s still dead. All because everyone down there is afraid of trying. So instead, their city fails regardless, but in slow motion.