Chelsea’s Story

Hi Folks-

So a perfect ending to a perfect day, Chelsea’s story of the market. It’s long but it’s worth it. And thank every one of you for coming out today and making today so much fun. The staff killed it, customers rocked and everybody had a good time!

Chelsea here! I was inspired yesterday, excited for our 10 year anniversary party, and I decided I wanted to tell my story of how it all began. I say my story because my mom has hers, Peter has his — everyone involved in the market from staff to family to customers have theirs. But this is mine. This is a long post, a story really. So scroll on if that’s not your thing, but please hunker down and read on if it is.

Since my mid-teens I always remember my mom talking about owning a store. She may have talked about it earlier than that, but it started to stick with me around then. She talked about this magical place with all the best food and all the best people, it was as much a foodie spot as it was a community spot. It was her dream.

Fast forward some years later and I was “over it” with Montpelier, as any young adult around here usually feels at one point or another, so I decided to move to Providence, RI when I was 19. Not for school, or a guy, or anything noteworthy, other than I wanted out of Central VT. I vaguely remember telling my mom, in some conversation that lacked any real seriousness, if the store ever came to be I would come home and open it with her.

I loved Providence, seriously loved it. Awesome independent music scene, made amazing friends, while a “city” still a manageable size for my Vermont roots. I continued to work in the service industry seeing as that was my experience from home. I actually wore the black vested penguin suit for longer than I care to admit. But that vest meant higher check averages, I would have put on a full blown fuzzy penguin costume for higher check averages, so it was a good compromise. I was starting to get burnt on the service industry though, and decided I needed to find my “career.” This is a funny thing we all go through, that what we’re doing right now is enough but not what we’re supposed to be doing to be actually life-ing properly? I know you know.

So I pursued real estate. Got a gig running the back end of a small RE/MAX team selling properties in East Greenwich, RI. Nice place to be selling properties, for sure. The man who spearheaded/ran the team was David Splaine. I will never forget him. He was a seriously awesome guy who had the utmost respect and never ending encouragement for me as I learned new things and did the things I knew well. My plan, was master the back end of the team and then get trained to be a realtor. We had murmured those talks, David and I, that I might be interested in that. He seemed to think it was a really good path for me. I felt like I had made a solid move.

Enter my mom. Seemed almost out of the blue, but apparently the store was going to happen. She was writing a business plan, of which I was getting pretty steady updates, and looking at potential store spaces. Whoa. A while goes by, and time eludes me here, but all of a sudden BAM. They found 1 School Street in Montpelier and it was happening. My mom, being my mom, assured me I could do whatever I wanted. But me, being me, knew I was coming home to open the store with my family.

Within weeks I packed up in RI and headed home. The next month being almost a blur. So many renovations, so many things pushing back the date we were supposed to open. Everything, literally everything, takes longer than you think it’s going to. No matter how many times you’ve done it, and we had never done it. People were excited and curious as our windows were covered with butcher paper and contractor vehicles lined the streets every day. That Montpelier vibe of “Oooo, what’s happening?!” Eventually my mom and Peter had to call it. It wasn’t 100% there but it was dang close, and we opened on October 2nd of 2007.

We lived and worked together for months. Many, many hours together at the store followed with many, many hours together at home. That first Thanksgiving in ‘07 we vowed our plan was not to see each other, with love of course. We made alternate plans and it was magical. I got my own place shortly thereafter. The rest is history.

I was at the Uncommon Market, officially full time, for a little over five years. I went down to part-time, then super part-time, to now I don’t work there – but I’ll help you pick out wine and can still fix the register if the line is getting long. I got my job in cyber security because one of the two employees with my current company knew me from the market and what I did there. Maybe not your most common segue, but one would not have been without the other and I couldn’t be happier. Seriously. I have a tremendous amount of respect for my parents (Sharon and Peter) and all they have gone through and done over the years to make the market not just a kick-ass store, but a community staple as well. I’m not there daily anymore, but I never really left either. The market remains a huge part of my life and my heart, I hope you all feel some of that too.

Thank you everyone for making these last 10 years incredibly special.

Fish tomorrow:

  • Dayboat Haddock

  • Icelandic Arctic Char

  • Swordfish

  • Alaskan Cod. Frozen at sea

  • Shetland Salmon

  • Wild King Salmon

  • Yellow tail sole, dayboat

  • 10/20 Dry Scallops

  • 16/20 Wild Gulf Shrimp

Day of the Week

Lunch Special

Soup Special

Dinner Special

Monday

Hot spice rubbed Salmon sandwich on a soft roll.

Clam Chowder

Italian meatloaf

Tuesday

meatball sub

Greek Lemon Chicken Soup

Shrimp Scampi

Wednesday

Grilled Ahi tuna steak sandwich

Lobster Bisque

Salmon Cakes with Caper mayo

Thursday

Bahn Mi, Vietnamese chicken sandwich

Chicken and Sausage Gumbo

Shrimp Quesadilla

Friday

Pulled pork sandwich, come early, it sells out!

Fish Chowder

Chef’s choice!

See you at the Store!

The Uncommon Market

The Store Worth Walking To

802.223.7051

www.uncommonmarket.net

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