Imagine an out-of-order telephone booth planted between your refrigerator and dining room table.
An ugly box battered from years of overuse, equipped with clunky doors, barely utilitarian innards and a roof coated in dust and dirt. A heavy brown behemoth that blocked views, insulted aesthetics and didn’t do a very good job of storing pots, pans and cleaning implements.
That’s the oversized broom closet in the NickMoore Hotel kitchen.
It had to go.
Last week, I launched a full-on attack at the storage unit monster. Protected by canvas work gloves and wielding only a Phillips screw driver, I managed to take the thing down rather easily. Yes, I engaged in a bit of swearing and the old cabinet managed a few grunts and groans, but I had it out the door and headed for the basement in about two hours.
Underneath the thing I found gas connections for an old stove and a few linoleum squares installed back when Betty Crocker was a teenager. Stamped on the back of the cabinets was a manufacture date: 1983.
Yes, it was time for something new.
I assembled a black metal, five-shelf storage unit purchased at the recently opened Duluth Fleet Farm. Stood it up on the antique linoleum and filled it with pots, pans, plates and other kitchen paraphernalia. Brooms and carpet sweepers were transferred to the basement.
The new storage unit looks fine. It’s probably 150-pounds lighter, easier on the eyes and gives any kitchen user faster access to the colander and cast iron skillet. And when something more permanent is found for the space it will move easily to another room.
Yes, the Broom Closet Monster is dead.
Now it’s time to kill the kitchen floor.