to the best of our ability, anyway.
A quiet, quiet Sunday
In fact, fretting is wholeheartedly discouraged.
What I wouldn’t give for a net right now, even if I were tangled up in it.
That is, until I have a new morning ritual.
Dear Feastlings, The absences continue to mount here at Feast, whether they be from someone who’s given notice and worked their last, or from a dishwasher who’s gone AWOL, and while we keep hiring, each new absence restarts the cycle of interviews, wasted time, wasted training and those of us who remain questioning whether we’re […]
Sonoran Restaurant Week is more than a week, just so you know.
If only I owned that shirt and vest…
Check your math.
Less than a week left for a serious bargain.