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The Amazing Fireplace at the Arcade

A heritage building is very special to behold. It has historical value, appealing design features, and emotional associations having been around for so long. Most towns have one or two that are landmarks. In my area, there is one that is the location of one of my favorite game arcades. There are several, but this one has a special place in my heart. No other place is quite like it. It seems odd for a game venue, but in actuality is perfectly suited to the pursuit.

The façade is all brick with traditional classical accents like pediments and Greek columns. It is a feast for the eye. Here and there are flat pilasters with Corinthian capitals. It’s just the right amount of ornate detailing. The front door jambs are carved stone. It may be standard style as heritage goes, but it is unique in my neighborhood. These buildings are becoming rare as they are being replaced during gentrification of older urban areas. It is a shame and public outcry will have to save these lovely landmarks.

So, that being said, I love this arcade and go frequently. It has been restored inside for its new contemporary purpose. It was probably an office building of some type long ago, probably not a factory or warehouse. The walls are modern now and sleek. Lighting is designed for gamers like me. However, there is a surprise. A room off to one side of the main area has been left intact from the old days. It is a nice size and contains an amazing huge fireplace that had been modernised with a fireplace insert so that they could run it without interfering with the gaming machines. It is completely old world and the focal point for anyone who enters, intentionally or by accident. It could have been a library or meeting area. Now it houses special groups and parties upon request—not just for games. The fireplace adds so much warmth and atmosphere to a special occasion. It seems at odds with gaming, but really isn’t given the exterior style. Video games are now and the building is then; but it all works somehow.

What I like about the focal point fireplace is the placement in the room and the wonderful materials. It has a gorgeous carved wood mantle no doubt fashioned by a talented artisan with amazing skills. This kind of craftsmanship is rare these days. It is one of the Finest Fires I’ve ever seen! It has a rather simple brick construction with inlaid tile detailing—just beautiful to behold. Brass antique andirons grace one side. Granite completes the look in front of the hearth. I think most locals don’t realize the gem that exists at this particular arcade. With this blog, now you know!

In the winter, they light the fire using real logs—no gas. It is warm and cozy as a result, great on those rainy and/or cold days. I am thinking of renting the room for a birthday bash in the near future. I think my friends will be pleasantly surprised. It is a unique option and on the top of my to-do list. I am thinking about the guest list as I write.

The Trouble Faucet at the Local Arcade

When you are out for fun and social excitement at the local arcade, you don’t expect any surprises, like being completely showered with water (unless it’s pouring rain). It sounds harmless, but wait and see.

I have my favorite game place, my usual friends and sidekicks that go along (or not), and a regular routine when I get there. I go casual enough in simple clothes, hang out, play until I am thoroughly saturated, and go home. However, recently a few fellow gamers decided to go out after. This was pretty special as we don’t often indulge. Like I said, I have a routine.

I donned some better duds for the occasion. A great top over jeans is fancy in my book and I was proud of the look. So on it went and out I did go. The evening was uneventful at first. I know what to expect and get what I come for. You bump into people if it’s crowded, but no big deal. I was a little cautious about moving around and considered myself lucky by the end of the night that I had no spots or stains on the beloved blouse. I really made an effort to keep it pristine.

Yes, I had done a good job of dodging some rambunctious newbies. Some people get over excited and I get that. But I was wary nonetheless. So I decided to get ready to go, signaled my friends, and headed for the washroom to freshen up.

I waited my turn, went inside, turned on the light, and took a glance in the mirror. Everything looked fine. Then I looked down, saw dirty hands, and set out to do the washing task. It turns out their faucet in the bathroom was broken, so I had to go use their little staff kitchen area. For what was an otherwise very unassuming arcade, they had a really nice staff kitchen that was decked out with a really fancy faucet. I turned on the faucet gently, but whew! Water came spewing out in a gush. Panicking, I grabbed the knobs and twisted and turned them fiercely. After a short while, I did succeed and stepped back to take a breath. Inhale, exhale. I had survived the onslaught. Or so I thought. My top was soaked. The beautiful, delicate fabric was drenched. Didn’t respond well to the water. It wrinkles as it dried and left an obvious mark around the edges of the affected area. You can’t just hope for the best.

It was ruined. It had to go to the dry cleaners, and pronto if I wanted to ever wear it again. I was devastated. I love that blouse and wanted to look good—all night. I thought quietly for a moment, then grudgingly reached for my trusty backpack. I had an old tee inside that I keep for who knows why. It ain’t great but it would do. I put it on and thanked my lucky stars it was at least clean. I rolled up the top and stowed it away.

I ventured out to find my awaiting gang. They looked puzzled as I said, “don’t ask!” They did and I explained. “We love you whatever you are wearing,” they joined in together. “Let’s go.”