This dinner train thing has been in the works for a while, but still has me scratching my head. How many people are going to pay $70 to get on a train in Columbia, ride up to Centralia while eating, then ride back?
Now, I know what you’re thinking: “That might be a nice anniversary dinner,” and assuming the food’s decent you’re probably right. But this very clearly falls under what 44 Stone’s Mark Sulltrop brilliantly referred to as “The Curse of the Special Occasion,” a place you go once a year (and quickly goes out of business).
- What caliber of chef are you going to get for two nights a week plus Sunday brunch?
- One wonders what “entertaining passengers” might consist of. <shudder>
- The Tribune reporter states, with absolutely no explanation or supporting quote, that “The anticipation for the dining train’s launch has grown after months of delays.” Really?
- The man behind this operation believes it will be a success because there are only ten other such trains in the United States. Actually, sir, that’s how capitalism says “Do not touch.”
I wish them well, but do envision this whole enterprise as a rolling Gibson Girls Cafe with a $70 per person price tag. It smells of calamity. Would love to be proven wrong.