Why do so many out-of-towners have dietary restrictions and food allergies?
Why do out-of-towners love balsamic vinegar?
Why do they drive like assholes?
My feet are throbbing.
It was a good weekend.
I see tremendous promise in my kitchen.
I really like Sam, he’s a good guy with tons of potential.
I’ve had several beagles named Sam.
Despite a few correctable glitches, dinner service was smooth both Friday and Saturday.
I started at The Wine Bar seven years ago today. I’m glad to be there at this point in my career and regret those days that I wasn’t there. It really is my spot.
As I was leaving Saratoga after work last night some asshole stopped in the middle of Broadway to let passengers out. As I went around one of the other assholes opened the back door of the Escalade with NJ plates and hit my side view mirror. He was holding a cocktail as he exited. I stopped to make sure there was no damage and to remind these overgrown children that they’re assholes. The mirror was fine.
If you’re from elsewhere, I’ll remind you. Do not piss off a tired and over-worked chef in Saratoga during racing season.
Someone commented recently that we in the restaurant business should be thankful for the summer business, it makes our year. Bullshit. If you run a restaurant that needs that six weeks to survive then you do not have a very good restaurant.
The Wine Bar has been there for 19 years, six weeks of heavy business is a nice boost, but it won’t make or break the place. Why? It’s a good restaurant and the owners work hard all year.
Not drinking Bourbon is probably best, I’m glad (sort of) that I don’t.
I am not unwell, thank you.
Brindisi’s was a bad restaurant. Grey Gelding was bad too.
I’m looking forward to the rest of the baseball season.
The three best teams are in the American league, so a National league team will undeservedly play in the World Series.
My dear friends Tom and Anne were in on Friday. It is a real pleasure to cook for them.
It is a real pleasure to cook for many people.
I find friendship in many and varied places.
Sister Mary Elephant.
I see a lot, and I certainly don’t let things slide. I’ll catch up to everyone at some point.
I really could use a Bourbon.
Please and thank you are necessary words.
When you come into my kitchen use your words with specificity, tell me what you need exactly and briefly, then wait quietly while
we deliver it.
I’m not mean, I’m focused.
I eat not much more than a sandwich each day.
Theresa moved back home today.
A new server called me calm. A server who worked with me during my last stint at The Wine Bar called me a work in progress. She remembers the pre-Lexapro chef.
Tonight, I made pizza and wings for my family. Tate said they were the best wings ever, so good in fact that he forgot to eat pizza. That’s a far more satisfying comment than the customer who said the scallops are outrageous.
The table who said the lamb was not medium rare. My sous vide unit begs to differ. You cannot argue with precision.
Sometimes you’ve got to slow down to go faster.
Some people are just plain weird.
Fifteen minutes before closing, when the kitchen is cleaned, you want me to cook a chicken entrée with no seasoning to take home to your dog? Like Jerry Seinfeld said to George Costanza lying on his floor with his pants at his ankles wanting to be his latex salesman, “I don’t think so.” That’s a tremendous insult.
I really love dogs, but I’d never ask a chef to cook for the Chocolate Lab that lives at our house.