Dear Feastlings,
Four refrigerators into the year, and with temperatures outside reaching 110 and on the line reaching 120-plus, it came as no surprise that another refrigerator was on the blink. It’s one of the few that we haven’t replaced, and when I checked the thermometer, I started reevaluating my career choice again. Oh, to have a career that didn’t require a steady stream of refrigerators, ovens, fryers, grills, exhaust fans, juicers and food processors.
I texted my longtime refrigeration guy, who texted me back a photo of his conspicuously and gruesomely stapled-together belly three days out of emergency surgery, and I immediately reevaluated whether or not I had it all that bad. I didn’t. It was just a thermostat this time, so I’m hoping this fridge doesn’t enter the equipment rotation just yet, and that whatever got replaced or removed in my refrigeration guy does the trick and gets his innards running as smoothly as this new thermostat makes our refrigerator run.
Nonetheless, I have some extra repair bills to deal with, so I thought I’d remind you all that the end of the month is fast upon us, which means there’ll be an end-of-the-month wine tasting this Saturday, the kind with the more generous pours and the food pairings, and Daddy needs a new pair of refrigerators, or thermostats, or who-knows-what-else will buckle and give in this heat.
As for yourselves, if you’re at all like me, the summer has got you uninterested in outdoor activities, so my suggestion to you is this: Scurry from your air-conditioned house to your air-conditioned vehicle, drive it to this air-conditioned restaurant and pretend you’re on vacation for at least an afternoon, tasting wine and food and pretending the outside world doesn’t exist for a spell.
That awaits you Saturday, and then on Tuesday, if everyone’s refrigerators, innards and brains are working, I’ll send out our July menu, which should give you impetus to come join us to snack on some new menu developments. Meanwhile, tonight there are a few little bits of yesterday’s San Juan menu that remain, so if you’ve got a last-minute hankering for paella or Iberico pork, tonight’s the night to swing by and grab some.
Regardless, we and our new thermostat look forward to seeing you, be it tonight, Saturday, next Tuesday, or any time before or afterward.
Thanks, kind Feastlings.
Your pal,
Doug