From Detroit to Las Vegas to California:
The Origin Issue
From Detroit to Las Vegas to California:
The Real Timeline Nobody Shows You
People love a good "overnight success" story. Mine isn't one, and I'm not interested in pretending it is.
125 Broadstreet was born in Atlanta, in the middle of a pandemic that had the whole world sitting still. I wasn't sitting still. I was in my kitchen, testing recipes, watching a batch of peach biscuits come out of the oven exactly right — and that was the moment. Not some grand business plan. A biscuit. A feeling. The realization that food and cannabis together could hold space for people the way hospitality always had for me.
The name itself comes from Detroit — an old home address, a piece of where I'm from that I carry into everything I build. Thirteen-plus years behind a bar, nineteen years in HR, watching people at their best and their most human — that's the foundation this brand sits on. Not a trend. Not a gimmick. A career's worth of understanding what it means to take care of people.
From Atlanta, the brand followed me to Las Vegas, where 125 Broadstreet operates today as a home-based, made-to-order cannabis-infused culinary and mocktail experience. Every dessert, every mocktail, every infused bite is made with the same care I'd want to receive myself — dialed-in dosing, real flavor, no shortcuts. This isn't a side hustle. It's a discipline I've been sharpening since 2020, recipe by recipe, batch by batch.
But Las Vegas was never the final stop. It's the proving ground.
The real destination is California — a licensed cannabis consumption lounge and café, built around the same values that started this whole thing: feed people, smoke with people, have a good time.
I'm working toward opening in Hawthorne or unincorporated LA County. It's a three-year roadmap, and 2026 is early in that build — the raise, the banking partnerships, the entity structure, the pieces most people never see because they only show up for the ribbon-cutting. This is the groundwork, not the grand opening.
And California isn't the end of the map either. This was never just about one city or one license — it's about proving that cannabis hospitality can be built with the same rigor, warmth, and culture as any great restaurant or bar, wherever that takes root next.
Nobody shows you the timeline between the peach biscuits and the licensed lounge. The years of testing infusion ratios in a home kitchen. The spreadsheets. Selling my product out of my own house. The small caterings that taught me what people actually want. The recipes that didn't work before the ones that did. That's the part I want to be honest about, because if you're building something of your own, you deserve the real timeline — not the highlight reel.
Detroit gave me my roots. Las Vegas gave me my proving ground. California is where 125 Broadstreet becomes what it was always meant to be.
Your good sis with a spliff.
