Bittercreek Ale House and its Eighth Street complement Red Feather Lounge (they're managed by the same owners) have temporarily closed their doors for a four-week remodel. Hoping to re-energize their customer bases with new seating, lighting, floors and artwork, restaurant owners can only hope to grab the same amount of attention as a hastily constructed billboard just outside the doors.
Similar to any other remodel, Bittercreek's and Red Feather's front doors are currently shielded by 10-foot-high walls--for safety purposes, but also to gin up a bit of intrigue over what could be happening on the other side of the barriers.
But it's the walls themselves that really have Boiseans talking... and writing.
"What is Boise, Boise?"
That's the soul-searching, humor-inspiring query posed to passersby. Simply put, the walls were filled with dozens of one-liners that read: "Boise is..."
In short order, pedestrians started filling in the blanks.
"Boise is growing, it is secret, it is patient. Boise is for childlike souls."
"Boise is for the artists, the musicians, the dancers, the free spirits."
Some were simple: "Boise is..."
"the Foothills," "ours" and "vibrant."
Some offered insight: "Boise is..."
"a box of chocolates," "my adventure" and "the only stability I've ever known."
Some defied categorization. "Boise is..."
"pimpin' swag,"inebriating," and "French for 'land of many poorly-timed traffic lights.'"
Stopping to read and laugh her way through the selections (visitors should count on spending the better part of 20 minutes taking it all in), Boise native Katie Clay told Boise Weekly that if she had a sharpie (and there was any space still left), she would write, "Boise is an amazing place that you underestimate until you leave."
"Believe me, I know," she told BW. "I went to school in Michigan."
Boise native, Stan Cole, quickly agreed.
"Boise is good to come home to."
Ray Roberts, a Georgia native who had only been in Idaho for 24 hours, was more blunt:
"Boise is a fucking great party."
Some nattily attired freshmen--complete with blazers and ties--from Meridian's private Ambrose School, visiting Boise for a field trip, needed a minute or two to consider their input.
"Well, Boise is the future," said one.
"Yeah, that's it," said the other, before the two ran to catch up with their classmates.