It was initially inked to be an Irish Pub/Beer Garden. The (original) tenant made a name for himself over in the UK as a pub guru. Developer was stoked about this idea because of the potential tenant’s street cred over in the UK, so he was onboard. Fast forward to Lease execution; Plans are drawn, lawyers are cozy with each other, rent is agreed upon, and contingencies are waived. Then, at zero hour (literally at lease execution), the tenant informed the owner that he’s gonna do a completely different concept. Developer was livid, but had already spent so much on the tenant’s build out, TI allowance, and permitting that he was ready to just get the fucking thing signed (plus, the tenant’s credit is immaculate and his payment history with his UK stores check out). I might have been the first one that property owner/developer called when the tenant called no-joy after a whopping 4-5 months of operation. I love the location, but the parking is a joke, and I’m pretty sure the property has a grandfather clause that allows all of the six “street parking spaces” to count as coded parking for the square footage of the actual improved property (which is jack shit). TLDR; developer thought he was getting an authentic Irish Pub from a proven operator, but instead, the Irish operator went all hands on deck and committed conceptual suicide.