the fire suppression system, in all its glory
The fire suppression fellow came yesterday to pipe our system for the ovens, grills and fryers with which we’ve packed the kitchen. I’m amazed that John, the Venture West project manager for Feast, has more hair than I do, because the odds and ends relating to the equipment (“uh-oh, this is a cheese melter, not a salamander- that’s going to mean a change order, which will mean the final fire inspection could be put off for a couple of days,”) are most definitely a depilatory, or at least a blood pressure amplifier.