Over time, it occurs to you that your neighborhood seems like Restaurateur Row. You smell aromatic Thai spices wafting over the back fence, notice an eatery’s logo on a car parked up the street, are suavely greeted at the entrance to his family’s restaurant by a local kid you’d seen shooting hoops in his driveway that morning.
That so many neighbor families own restaurants is a measure of the health of independents in this town full of big-box chains. Many of these families were part of a community that came together and proved itself after Hurricane Charley.
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