let’s not call it goodbye; let’s call it, “see you in 2 1/2 weeks.”

what's become of our walk-in

It’s often been my experience that when a bunch of people show up in crisp, matching uniforms, they know what they’re doing about half the time; the other half, they’re letting the uniforms supply the professionalism.  So when Eric and Todd show up, with Tall Skinny Other Guy (whose name I’m embarrassed not to know), I know I’m getting the real deal.  These guys are like the Isaac Stern, Jean-Pierre Rampal and Mstislav Rostropovich of refrigeration; it’s just that their ticket prices are lower.  And they don’t wear those old-guy sweaters. (Not that I’m suggesting those three are relying on their matching sweaters to create the illusion of virtuosity.)

good folks gone away: last last pieces of our walk-in being loaded onto the trailer

Email List Signup

Be the first to know about new and holiday menus, upcoming events like our weekly wine tastings, and other Feast specific musings. Join our mailing list.
You can unsubscribe anytime.