Why the menu changes each month.
Forgetfulness is bliss.
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The cutthroat world of grease collection
Oh, what a slippery people.
All business up front; party in the back.
This will never get easy.
Date night
Dear Feastlings, I just chatted with the kindest woman. She’d joined us for dinner a few weeks ago on a date, set up by a friend, and when I got a chargeback notice from the bank saying that the charge was fraudulent, I felt sure we could resolve it. Sometimes people’s credit card numbers are […]
I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Dear Feastlings, It will have been eighteen months to the day this Friday, eighteen months since we were told that at 8 pm, we’d shut our doors for an indeterminate period of time. We could serve food to go- we were regarded as an essential service- but there was no Paycheck Protection Program or Restaurant […]
Winner, winner, poussin dinner
See you on the radio. Sort of.
Do I miss it? Oddly, somehow, I do.
Give me a little slice of that shutdown, please.
Home is where the internet connectivity is.
Or maybe that’s just work, and home is where there’s no connectivity whatsoever. That sounds really good.
Starting fresh, I hope.
If this one isn’t better, I’m liable to give up.
Bumped. Or nudged, anyway.
Two more hours to sleep.