“As a young child, I danced on the bar for nickels!! Lol!! Could you please call me? The emailed message added this tantalizing tidbit: “Your grandma and grandpa are my godparents!!” In the midst of the COVID-19 crisis, people with a link to my grandparents who owned the Rose Café bar on Michigan Avenue in Detroit... Continue Reading →
Detroit Journal: Hot Dive Bar or Bellwether?
The Detroit bar I grew up in appears to be ground zero for creeping gentrification as the Motor City’s urban renewal edges beyond the downtown area. Once a landmark in a blue-collar neighborhood of factory workers, the bar – known as the Rose Café when my Polish grandparents owned it – now is called the... Continue Reading →