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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Day 13717, & welcome to my nightmare...

So, a few months back, Jay went to cook on one of those midday shows.

He hates doing TV but I require it of him once every 5 years or so. I would be happy to do it myself but it is the age of the chef.

Anyway, the following morning there was a message on the voicemail at work.

Wanna hear it?




You can imagine our surprise. Quite a strong opinion against ball caps. And, let me just say, it isn't like she was a Cubs fan and Jay was wearing a Yankees hat. It was a restaurant hat, official issue.

Anyway, I returned her call and left a very polite and professional message on her answering machine. I simply explained that she obviously didn't understand what kind of restaurant we were and that if she really took issue with our choice of hat wear, she might want to dine elsewhere.

Apparently, Jay was not satisfied by my approach. He called her back later that day. She answered. It seems that, in case you were unaware, that Jay is a "god damned punk" and Ms Koch is "quite the lady" and also likes to talk to her parole officer with that mouth, so thinks Jay, anyway...

My point? I had forgotten how armed and ready people are to criticize a new business. There are chips on all shoulders. The patio is too sunny. The butter is too rich. The French winelist doesn't have Kendall Jackson on it. My favorite? I DO NOT park in parking garages.

The result of these criticisms? I am worn down. I am tired. And, I am fed up. Time to shift my focus. Time to do what I know. Time to move forward and ignore these dipshits.

Time to make lemonade out of these lemonheads.

Listen up:





To give credit where it is due, one of our genius linecooks downloaded the message off the phone and did the remix himself. Our IT guy converted it to a video file so I could post it. I know my techno-limitations...

I miss everyone. And get ready, Dodge City 2009 is less than 1 month away.