Dear Feastlings,
From my perspective, it’s been hectic time- even though we haven’t been at our busiest, I was out of town for a spell, brought back the souvenir of Covid (I forget which strain we’re on now,) dutifully recovered just in time to put on a wine tasting with food pairings, frantically worked on the November menu that begins a paltry five days from now, and I still have yet to finish that. I’ve had bills to pay, payroll to report, and a host of minor difficulties, phone messages and emails to answer, and in between I’m trying to get our new somm, Cynthia, caught up on the things she’s had yet to learn about Feast and our point of sale system and a thousand other odds and ends and quirks about how we do things around here. Some guests tonight asked if I was the one who wrote the emails, which reminded me that I hadn’t gotten this one written, and they graciously pointed out to me that the deadline for getting dinner onto someone’s table is not the same as the deadline for getting an email out.
That said, when Cynthia asked how many people we had signed up for this Saturday’s wine tasting, Mary Ann noted with a sidelong glance that “since the email hasn’t gone out yet this week, we only have a few,” and I hung my head a la Charlie Brown and shuffled back to the office to start this little note. I’ll send it out tomorrow, when people are able to call in and sign up for said tasting,
and perhaps it’ll pick up and I’ll be off the hook for the email and can get back to where I belong: on the hook for the menu. And the Thanksgiving menu, which I believe I promised would be up by the end of this week. It’s not lost on me that, working in an industry utterly intertwined with biting and chewing, I invariably bite off more than I myself am capable of chewing.
So wish me luck, I guess. I’ll just keep ticking the boxes on my to-do list until either it’s done or I am.
See you in between it all.
Love,
Doug