They dream of their own place. Something small, minimalist, maybe on the corner. No investors to pay, just a small loan to start it all off. Somehow, someway, the liquor license comes easy. A turnkey establishment. A few renovations here and there, a coat of paint, clean bathrooms, a new, less sticky floor, and then…

I get it, we all did the same thing. Young, stupid, cheap ass bottle of Bacardi rum in hand and hours later head in the toilet, retching, blaming the rum. Shame on you, you blamed the rum. As you went forward in life, aged a little, everyone you knew gravitated toward vodka. It’s clean they…

This will be something I’m thinking about including in the beginning of The Seasonal Bar. The first part, I’m thinking, will be about my restaurant journey, and goddam, it’s been a long one. If you read this blog, you’ve been privy to a fair amount of my old restaurant stories here and there. Yes, they…

Apologies if I’ve posted this already, I can’t remember, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t. Oh, and pre-apologies to any religious nuts that will take offense…Actually, no, I take it back, be offended. It’s your choice. Listen now, I’m not talking about the father, son, and holy spirit of ancient myths, nor am I speaking…

The rain and cold weather here has disrupted everything. Up north, where the farms are located, the sheer amount of water and even snow in some places has halted any notion of an early stone fruit season. The farmer’s market has been pretty malaise inducing as well. Bright colored citrus orbs, varieties of cauliflower, and…