People are raving on the neighborhood listservs about 8407, the new kitchen and bar at 8407 Ramsey Avenue. "The atmosphere was great, food was good," writes one diner. Another enjoyed "watching the construction" of the Silver Spring Transit Center across the street. "We need to keep this place open!" a third concludes.
But of course, it wouldn't be Silver Spring without one of our fellow bloggers bringing up the old G word:
The old Luau Hut in Silver Spring, which was really a terrible eyesore and wasn’t ever as cool as all the nostalgia fucks like to pretend, has now been replaced by the 8407 Kitchen Bar or, as the gentrified Yankee-transplant so-called “locals” have dubbed it, the "Nicaro Hut," since it’s the offspring of the owner and chef of the former Nicaro.Over the next thirteen paragraphs, the writer - whose pseudonym is Nacho Sasha - complains that the restaurant is across the street from a construction site; that the cab drivers waiting outside are "feral"; that the bar stools are uncomfortable; that the bartenders are slow but the waitstaff perky enough to be "Stepford Servers"; that the beer list is too short and the food is "supermarket-level pre-packaged stuff warmed in a microwave," which he sends back with a promise that he'll never eat there again.
This guy has the right to say what he wants, and to his credit he's got a couple of good things to say about 8407. But he still excoriates the one commenter who had the nerve to call him out for writing the place off on opening day while reminding us in a subsequent post that those who disagree with him are "transplants, ex-rubes, and neo-yuppies who, apparently, were either born in barns or without taste buds."
(It's ironic that Nacho knocks Sligo from Silver Spring, Singular - who first coined the term "Nicaro Hut" for 8407 - as a "gentrified Yankee-transplant," when anyone who reads these blogs know that he, like I, grew up right here.)
So I can't take this review too seriously. After all, Nacho makes the observation that Downtown Silver Spring is "boring" and that there are too many chain restaurants, which would be funny if it wasn't so unoriginal or short-sighted. I can give a pass to pretentious D.C. hipsters who assume anything outside of H Street is too white-bread for them. But someone who claims to have lived here for years should know better, that is, if he's ever come out from behind the keyboard long enough to see that Silver Spring doesn't begin and end with Ellsworth Drive.
Count Nacho in the "Silver Stink" camp - people who hate that Silver Spring has become a desirable place to live, but also grumbled about the lack of investment or activity here "back in the day." Of course, if this yuppie wonderland were so terrible, they would've packed their bags years ago. So let them complain while all of us "newcomers" enjoy our safe, fun, diverse downtown that's getting better every day.
And I'll have to check out 8407 myself, as soon as I finish my Great Peruvian Taste Test.