Diabolus ex machina
The machines have won. But a breakfast sandwich will take the sting out.
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I swear up and down
Dear Feastlings, Each of you may know one of my many humiliations. Maybe you were here on a night where I upended a tray of glassware, or maybe you’ve been someone to whom I’ve waxed rhapsodic about the dinner special or a bottle of special wine, only to discover that we sold out of it […]
Trying our hand
Happy new year, everyone.
The plan man
Dear Feastlings, Ah, pandemic living. The restaurant that normally stops seating at nine and still hums along for an hour or more after that is a quiet, empty shell by 8:00. And as such, the order you meant to place for Rosh Hashana is in limbo. I only got one of those emails this morning, […]
Oh, that sprawl.
A menu so big it feels like WE were bought by the Cheesecake Factory.
The pandemic is my bike ride.
Slow down and wade in.
Shaking off the blues
Taking a deep breath and getting on with it.
Give the people what they want.
Hi, Feastlings. I had no intention of writing today; the morning was full of errands and nonsense, and I was certain that you didn’t need an email today that basically said: “Hi, all. Same thing as yesterday.” But when I got back from running around town, there was a rack full of lobster bread puddings […]
More links than we know what to do with.
Click up a storm.
Don’t bother with the oven today; ours are on already.
We'll bake; you just eat these treats.