{"id":972,"date":"2009-07-14T01:58:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-14T01:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2009\/07\/14\/its-all-there"},"modified":"2016-02-19T00:53:29","modified_gmt":"2016-02-19T05:53:29","slug":"its-all-there","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2009\/07\/its-all-there\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s all there"},"content":{"rendered":"
Well. That took a little longer than I expected. Thank you for hanging in there, and even more, for being so understanding. I missed you all, and I missed being here.<\/p>\n
The truth is, for a while, this restaurant scared the crap out of me. I didn\u2019t want to say it in those exact words, but it did. You might remember that when I first announced it<\/a>, I said that Brandon<\/span> was opening a restaurant? That\u2019s how it started. It was his idea. I was wary. My love for food has always been about home cooking, not the restaurant industry. I like the intimacy, the quiet, and the scale of home cooking. A restaurant is a different beast. It\u2019s exciting, to say the least, but it\u2019s also unrelenting. It means that you work when everyone else is playing. It means long hours, little security, and even less money. I should also mention that I\u2019ve seen a restaurant gleefully chew up and spit out one marriage and cheerfully maim a second. As far as I know, home cooking doesn\u2019t mean, or do, any of that. This is the kind of stuff that I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about it.<\/p>\n<\/a>
\nI was having a pretty rough time a couple of months ago. You could probably see it more clearly, actually, than I could. I have never, ever, done something as consuming as this opening-a-restaurant<\/a> business. Even writing a book doesn\u2019t compare. People had warned us that projects like these always take twice as long and cost twice as much as you expect them to, and dude, that is Seriously. No. Joke. It\u2019s been like Little Shop of Horrors<\/span><\/a> over here, only the role of Audrey II, the man-eating plant, is being played by a small neighborhood restaurant called Delancey. This thing, it eats up more hours, and more cash, and more human flesh \u2013 last week\u2019s tally: 1 splinter, 1 blister, 1 army green bruise, and 3 burns \u2013 than I could have ever imagined.<\/p>\n<\/a>
\nStill, I wasn\u2019t going to stand in his way. I knew how much he wanted it, and I wanted to support him. I knew that his vision for this restaurant was a humane one, more like an overgrown dinner party than a scene out of Kitchen Confidential<\/span>. I knew that this restaurant, either way, had the potential to turn our lives upside down \u2013 to take us over, really \u2013 but in the beginning, it was still pretty abstract. It was easy to brush off. It was easy to pass him power tools and Cool Ranch Doritos, and to cheer. Until it actually did<\/span> take us over, and then I had a lot of thinking to do.<\/p>\n