Detroit is such an enigma. Sitting at the end of a block of buildings on Michigan Avenue
in the middle of urban wasteland, not far from where Tiger Stadium once stood in Corktown,
is this little barbeque restaurant that packs 'em in. Hour wait at Slows at lunchtime today.
There nothing much else around that isn't gutted and vacant except for this block of buildings.
When you walk out the front door, the once grand Michigan Central Station greets you, rising up
one block over in all its gutted-out, vandalized glory.