There I was, standing in the middle of the dusty road, waiting for a cement truck to allow me to cross over into the parking lot of the Powerhouse, 1228 SW 2nd Street. The Farmers Market, the latest in Oklahoma City’s rejuvenation (read: gentrification) projects, still managed to hold on to its Old West appeal and it’s hard not feel like the protagonist of a Spaghetti Western while standing in front of the New Mexico-retro bar and restaurant that wouldn’t seem out-of-place in the background of a Robert Rodriguez vampire flick.
I gotta be honest with you: it was nothing like I pictured in my head.