I was standing in a Chapel Hill burrito joint at 2:30 am a few weekends ago when the above phrase casually fell out of my mouth. It was intended as a statement of opinion generally accepted among the people I was with, but one of my buddies vehemently disagreed. So what I’m going to do here is lay out a few reasons why Brier Creek does, in fact, suck.
Disclaimer: I have lived in Brier Creek a little over a year, in two different apartment complexes. Short of moving into and joining the country club, I think I have experienced everything this place has to offer.
What Do You Want to Do?
“Hmmm… that is a good question. Well we could go shopping, or see a movie, or go to a restaurant, or go to Frankies Fun Park.” That is the extent of the list of options. (Unless, as I mentioned, you join the country club.) There’s no place to pick up a game of basketball. There’s no park to take a walk or picnic in. There’s no library to check out a book. Buy a bicycle from Dick’s Sporting Goods? You can ride it on the sidewalk, which is rude and probably not legal, or you can tangle on the roads with the asinine amount of traffic full of people who somehow bamboozled the DMV into giving them a driver’s license. Basically, if you want to do anything in Brier Creek you have four options and you damn well better have some extra cheddar.
Da Plane! Da Plane!
Unlike lots of people, I actually like flying. I like waiting in airports, watching people scurry around. I like the feeling I get when my plane taxis and leaves the ground. I think it’s neat.
I don’t like airplanes when they are flying low over my apartment at 6:30 a.m. on my only day off.
Have you guys tried that hole in the wall joint with the amazing blank?
No, you haven’t, because no such place exists in Brier Creek. Almost every restaurant in the area is a national franchise or local chain. The places that aren’t (Brasa, Fratello’s, Trali) are relatively expensive establishments. Where can I find an independent restaurant to get a delicious burger or burrito? Not in Brier Creek.
Maybe I’m still young and fresh out of the college lifestyle where I want to be able to drink beer and shoot pool until last call. Maybe I expect too much out of this little slice of suburbia. But it has no soul. It’s like a robot. A neighborhood robot. And it sucks!