03/03/2021
✨THIS 🙌🏼✨ is about the sounds of jewelry and stemware against the marble bar top and flatware against heavy plates, cocktails so vigorously shaken that life force was imbued into our own spirits, *that smell* many of us subconsciously romanticized (brioche + leather + cleaner?), marrow luges after getting phone damage-level drenched at Fenway, rushing from a shift to see friends for last call, oysters and champagne with my parents for my 30th, quietly sharing stories about Pierre Franey with Jacques Pépin... a place to hide and be seen.
I won’t pretend to be able to put my finger on the je ne sais quoi this thoughtful and reliable beast embodied when it was great, but I do know we were privileged to experience it. I will be forever grateful to the people in this company who took a chance on me when I was taking leaps of faith 💫 But now you can see why the lifelong friendships, knowledge, and lessons learned the hard way are part of a different story for a different day. In a time when so many have lost loved ones and livelihoods, pour one out for the true hospitality professionals who, beyond pretense, kept the dream alive around the clock. Toast to a special place we’ll never quite be again 🥂❣️
And yes I was the pain in the ass who filled these out.
