Dear Feastlings, When I was much younger, like most young folk, I was virtually awash in FOMO. It didn’t have a cool acronym like it does now- Fear of Missing Out was just feeling like everyone else was doing something fabulous while I was wheeling a thirty-gallon garbage can out and hoisting it into the […]
Dear Feastlings, It should come as no surprise to anyone by this point: life for us at Feast, like life for pretty much everyone, is a rollercoaster. And for me personally, that’s not sweetening the deal. Once I was tall enough to reach the line that allowed me to meet the primitive safety standards enforced […]
Dear Feastlings, Cathartic as it may be for me to spill the woes of restaurant life or small business ownership, or even just membership in the club of awkward nerds that is humanity, there are days when we’re numb to it- maybe because we’re shutting it out, with intention or not, or maybe because we’ve […]
Who doesn’t love a boatload of things?
Better a goat milk hog than a hog milk hog. Or sow milk. I guess that would be sow milk.
There’s at least a good chance that Leonard is sweet. Let’s go with that.
Oh, that storm. Cover your citrus.
Dear Feastlings, With only twelve minutes left until the time I promised to get this email out, you’ll be please to know that I don’t have time for yet another diatribe today. We’ve got the February menu to prep, and today’s wine tasting to get set up, Yodelayheehoo so there’ll be no blather or bobbery, […]
Tell ’em what’s what, Elmo.
These wine tastings ought to do the trick.