Just a few years ago, the only reason to go to the Brady District in downtown Tulsa (aside from catching a show at Cain's or the Brady Theater) was to eat hot dogs at Soundpony, or to disco dance with your gay BFFs at Majestic. In the blink of an eye, the entire area has pretty much turned a 180. I sang its praises a few weeks ago, but just to recap, the Brady Arts District nowadays is home to a bunch of fancy one-syllable named restaurants, a badass outdoor grassy knoll music venue called Guthrie Green, gentrified studio apartments, and the kind of bars that serve their lavender and cedar-infused drinks with perfectly transparent, perfectly cubical ice.
Since the area's recent surge in popularity, Tulsans are pushing to change the name of the neighborhood since its namesake, Tate Brady, was pretty heavily engaged with the KKK. Uh, yikes. Renaming this place stat sound like a pretty good idea. Unfortunately, renaming a neighborhood is a little more complicated than one would initially imagine.