The most pleasantly surprising moments at last evening’s event at The Jordan apartments were not when the the wine flowed out of bottles named “Jordan,” or when we oohed and ahhed over the cove-lit ceilings in the penthouse units. No, it was when we spied residents using the outdoor barbecues. I’ve lived in many an apartment with communal barbecues where you could get grill marks on your steak without even firing it up … just laying it on the rusty unused grates gave you all the “sear” marks you’d want.
But last night, between tours of The Jordan’s luscious units, I saw a steady stream of residents making their way to the communal barbecues to fix dinner. A little skewered shrimp here, a little salmon there, a big ‘ol steak. It sounds like a small thing, but it hints at a community that feels at home.