Ever since the convenience store near my house shuttered, I’ve been playing a game with my ladyfriend, Sarah. The rules are simple: Pick a new business venture, and talk about how we’d make it work in the empty storefront. I’m gunning for a whiskey bar, or maybe something with puppies, but Sarah is adamant about her idea: a late-night dessert bar in the style of New York’s ChikaLicious, or Pix in Portland, Ore. She imagined she’d be the first in The City. Read More