On the hunt for Detroit.




I carried an old photo of the Detroit Bar I took in 2002 hoping to find it again. I stopped in at every corner cafe/bars with round stools and simple wood bar that I passed, symbols of state bars not private ones. Las Alegrias had the right stools but wasn't once Detroit. Bartender Juan Carlos served only two rums, most often to only two few patrons. Patrons that spend their days in the same spot with little else to do. These two were happy to play the role of fashion models but they kept cracking themselves up. At 11am everyone is welcoming, around 8pm... not so much.