LACY’S PLACE

Last December my cousin Stacey Rossi called me;
“ If I send you an old 1970s horse trailer, can you turn it into a Bar?”— With a deep hesitation for a task I have never undertaken before—I replied:
“I can make you a 1920s, French brassiere, Gypsy wagon…?”
Between all my many work deadlines, a very limited budget, a collapsed economy, shortage and unbelievable material costs—and an absolute lack of knowing what I was getting into; I tried my best. A rusted out, weathered, horse busted,beaten, time forgotten, trailer—dragged from the fields of our Ohio landscape homeland. —It is now @lacysplace
Deep crimson and gold. Portol Paints Roman clay cathedral ceiling. Clover marble retractable bar tops. Mahogany, brass, stone. Fresh water fed etched bronze sink. Kegerator with Italian brass Keg tap. And a four-fold Stained glass inlayed, Jean Prouve inspired porthole back door system. This thing is anything but perfect… but I am proud enough. And grateful.

@lacysplace will be serving brilliantly crafted cocktails in the Detroit area and surrounding mid west cities. I encourage anyone who meets this one of a kind soul— tip well and make her laugh. I promise it is the sound of true joy. “Lacy” is an alter ego — buy your bartender a drink or 3 and enjoy;)

a mobile cocktail lounge
byJasonKoharik 2022

For: Stacey Rossi @rossistacey —My closest cousin, 4 days younger then me.
As each our parents would tell the tale, it was the worst snow storm in the history of mankind, November 1976, hundreds of billions of people buried alive in north eastern Ohio—somehow my twin brother and I managed to survive the trip to the hospital with my mother. My recollection; I was born first. 6 minutes later my brother Jonny arrived. We were each offered a firm hand shake and a cigarette by the attending physician, which we politely declined and then created our own language.
(It was a different time then). As my mother was being shuffled out to the street with two twin boys, my Aunt Sue was coming through the same hospital doors in labor. Stacey was born. She accepted the cigarette. In fact, I believe she was put in the first solitary confinement in the baby ward at Garfield Hospital for starting a fencing operation selling stolen baby formula. A forever friendship was born with these three scorpios. Our birthdays being so close, they were often celebrated together. Somewhere there is a photograph of the 3 of us as babies placed on some newspaper in the middle of a kitchen floor with a cake at the center of us. Among my fondest memories-we were probably 5 years old during some family gathering we got our hands on a Tommy James & the Shondells record. Half in an attempt to torment everyone else and half in the overwhelming pride of our cleverness, we played Crimson&Clover over and over… and over and over … you get the point. The kind of hysterical laughter when you can’t breath or talk. Maybe the kind you can only have when you are 5 years old. Stacey was the rebel among us. Our teenage years, in short, a trial. My brother went to college. I drove west with no plans to Los Angeles California. Stacey became one of the strongest women I know, and a beautiful mother. Who worked hard everyday to give her daughter a beautiful life. Neena. —Stacey, that Tommy James song was my inspiration for the bar. Crimson&Clover. I believe in you. Make a whole new world for yourself. One you deserve. One you have earned.