If I want your advice I’ll ask for it.
If you ask for my advice, it’s free.
One of the things I like to say is, “There are always more experts than volunteers.” You know those people, the ones that are always telling others what they should do or how they should do something? These are generally the same people who are the last ones in line when it comes to physically helping in any given situation.
Before the disposal of plan A, have a solid plan B ready to replace it. In fact, try to have a plan B just in case, you never know when you’ll need it.
One of the things I’ve heard hundreds of times over the years is, “You should serve……..” No, you like whatever it is you’re telling me to serve, you’re not giving me advice on how to improve my business in general, you’re telling me how I can make my business suit you better.
Nancy Silverton is a bad-ass.
Mario Batali looks like Hell.
The last time there was a great musical act on SNL?
No, we should not be open for lunch. Another bit of advice I’ve heard over the years. Again, YOU want a place for lunch, but you haven’t looked at the numbers. You don’t even know what the numbers are.
When someone has made a life choice for whatever reason, like abstaining from meat, gluten, alcohol, or any other deliciousness, don’t give me shit or advice on how I can also improve my life by abstaining too. I like that stuff, and I don’t plan on stopping. Pizza with sopressata and hot peppers washed down with a quart of beer makes life better. Period.
Yes, I drink at family functions, it’s necessary.
My advice to you: If you’re a high-end restaurant, don’t do Restaurant Week. You will be ashamed of the food you need to serve in order to provide a $25 meal.
If you go to a restaurant, don’t complain about the prices. You had the opportunity to look at their website prior to going. The onus is on you. You do, however, have the right to complain about the quality.
Surprise, I’m not drinking bourbon while I write.
I’m drinking rye with a splash of Campari.
SNL while I write.
We have a government full of cowards.
My advice to you: Don’t go to Nemer Volkswagen. Worst customer service I’ve ever experienced. We’re Honda owners now. I really miss my Jetta TDI. I wish Volkswagen and Nemer had better service, they have great cars.
My advice to you: Don’t go to Famous Footwear in Wilton, NY. The over-zealous manager clearly did not read my last post, Leave the Chef Alone. I made it very clear to him that I would be picking out new work shoes all by myself today. He didn’t believe me and insisted on helping me. I did get new work shoes today, somewhere else. My feet still hurt.
Enter the end zone like you’ve been there many times. If you win something, keep it cool.
My advice to you: Watch this. It’s a few years old but fun. Puddles the Clown and Post Modern Jukebox performing Royals. Better than Lorde.
I’ve been preoccupied. I can do better. Less classic, more inventive to come.
I’ve been given a lot of advice lately. In the words of my late father, “Do what yous want.”