Grand River is a street of many delights. And I’m not talking about the Motor City Casino. (About which I have no opinion, having never been in it, though it is on Grand River). Should you be so inclined, you can ride it all the way from Downtown Detroit to East Lansing (over 90 miles). I wasn’t. But that didn’t stop me from witnessing many wonderful sights.
I’ve never seen the MBAD\ABA African Bead Museum before, which is curious; its exterior, in my opinion, is one of Detroit’s wonders of wonders. And really difficult to miss.
View from the corner
It’s at the intersection of two Grands; Grand River and W. Grand Blvd. Absolutely mind-blowing decoration. It’s entirely covered with shards of mirror and wild painting. I couldn’t capture its splendidness in a single shot. Here’s more detail of the mirrors and decoration:
I’m reflected in there somewhere
Here’s a shot down its length. Again, I really suggest you go see it for yourself to get the full impact.
Shiny and colorful
There’s an outbuilding of sorts, (I guess), which is equally eye pleasing.
It’s shiny. Very shiny
There’s even a back yard “sculpture garden” of sorts. Here’s a glimpse of what awaits you:
Mask ‘n’ Clunker
People like to bring out-of-towners to the Heidelberg Project, (and rightly so), but I strongly urge you to take them to the Bead Museum, for the full Detroit experience.
There’s more to see on Grand River, of course. There’s the Architectural Salvage Warehouse of Detroit, for example – which has one of the more exuberant murals I’ve seen on my rides about town. It is a 503 non-profit whose stated purpose is to “keep materials out of landfills through architectural salvage”.
The entrance is on the other side of the building.
One of Detroit’s former temples of gastronomy was Carl’s Chop House – which received some notoriety by sparing the life of an enormous lobster a couple of years back. Googling it might give you the impression that it’s still open. Sadly, that’s not the case. (Unless a van with a flat tire is someone’s idea of a welcome mat.)
Carl’s is no more
Here’s a better shot of the sign:
Carl evades the grammar police.
I was struck by the proper use of the possessive apostrophe; Detroit seems to have an undue share of oddball misspellings. This place, for example, is clearly an auto repair shop. Or maybe a combo auto repair shop and figure skating academy.
The perfect Tonya Harding headquarters
Death Spirals and triple Lutzes aside, I was quite pleased by the advertising copywriter who developed this slogan. (I think it’s a slogan. It could be some arcane admission that they have no muff to tuff connections on hand.)
Ring bell for clarification
Better news awaited. It appears that the Organization of American States has an under-publicized Detroit Headquarters. That, or it’s an out of business bar.
Bar or NGO?
I also ran into a self proclaimed “sports dive w/food” called TV. I’m going to ask for some hipsters to help me out here. (I’m not much of a clubber myself) I did dig the sign.
What leads me to believe it’s more than a run of the mill sports dive was the moderne patio design. (Gotta love those booths)
In all, a lovely day en route on the Tour De Hood. (Well, I blew a hole in my front tire’s sidewall, and had to repair it two more times which wasn’t the most pleasant way to start the day.) But the memories. Ah, the memories.