I don’t want to curse myself, but I love my new job. For so many reasons. I know what you are thinking, you always say that when you always start a new job. You seek the full bounty of establishing your queendom in the kitchen, but it never turns out to be the fairy tale you have devised. As one of my favorite people said, bore-O. You are going to get bore-O and the luster will loose its polish. More than I hope not, I need to remain clear headed about why I go to work everyday: it is my art, and it is for my sake mostly. I do it because eating is as close to divinity that we can get on a routinely daily bases. Give us this day 3 times hopefully, our daily sustenance. Since we eat so often, it’s nice to be given a surprise still, to indulge and whole heartedly enjoy food.
This is one: My friends went to dine there. I was not working, but knew at least they would get dessert on the house. They sent me a picture of my friend eating the last bite of a chocolate cake with a huge smile on his face. All I could think of was, they gave them the best table in the house. Thanks guys, for making my friends, whom you don’t know, so welcome. I love that.