When we bought our home last fall, our kitchen had an operational though largely out-of-style 40" white electric range. It is older than we are, though I'm sure it's doled out plenty of family meals over the years.
It is... a behemoth.
A monster whose main oven cooked unevenly, nevermind the left side oven that was non-operational. The oven ran hot, and made baking less of a science and more of a fervent prayer at hitting the lottery. A few months ago, Patrick began whispering that we should replace it, then it really started acting wonky. We wanted something sexy... a dual fuel range that would fit our design aesthetic. We started looking at Vikings, and I almost had a coronary when I realized how expensive they were. In the end, it didn't matter. The Vikings only come in 36" or 48". A 36" meant we'd have an awkward gap where the old range had stood, and the 48" meant we'd have to knock out a wall or remove our prized St. Charles metal cabinets. Neither was an acceptable option.
Apparently Frigidaire and Kenmore (allegedly the same product) are the only companies who even make what we were looking for. We had a plumber come out last week to pipe the gas in, and the new stove will be put in Tuesday.
It's not a Viking, but you'd think it was by how delighted I am.
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Steve has competition?
i had that exact stove in my last house. i LOVED it. especially that little side oven!
happy cooking!
That is one hell of a gorgeous stove. Jealousy.
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