One of the permutations of Feast we considered was the one where we built a creamery into it. This wasn’t going to be easy, nor affordable, but Dave, who’s worked at Feast for years, had a two-year hiatus (or was it three, Dave?) during which he cut his cheese chops at Cowgirl Creamery. Oh, the […]
I have to admit it- they went straight for the FIRE RISER sign Last night we started chatting as we did our closing sidework, and it turned out that we all had something in common: we all thought someone else had gas. Amie thought it was Deen. Rene thought it was me. I thought it […]
So we opened the other night, to little fanfare, the idea being that the next couple of nights would be essentially practice nights as well. Then a little well-intentioned mishap occured- the president of Arizona Public Media, for whom we underwrite, came in for lunch. I told him I was glad he came in because it […]
Hello, Old Friend the Shed. We’ve missed you and we’re glad the guys from Benchmark Concrete came out and moved you with the grace and style with which you deserve to be treated. getting the job done in half the time with less effort.
Here are a few more photos from practice night. We’re honored to have some of our former coworkers return for Feast’s big move: Dan and possibly Nancy in the kitchen, and Rene and Lisa in the dining room. Just before Lisa had moved away, she had a cameo night at Old Feast and it was […]
twenty-eight tables’ worth of silk flowers We are indisputably a long way from perfection, which is why a dry run is required. If my pockets were deeper, we’d have had two practice nights rather than one, and we’d have ordered in all the odds and ends we didn’t think of. How about an ice bin […]
Âsk ånd yöu shãll reçéïvè: our webmaster read my post the other day, and he added a button in WordPress for me. Thanks, Richard. This photo is copyrighted, but he looks like this:
The other thing we accomplished this week was a big rundown of what we expect when we open, what is expected of us, how good we have to be and how difficult it will be. It was kind of like watching John Houseman, except a lot slimmer and swarthier, and without the bow tie.
Well, we’re really, really close now. And I’ve already offended someone. The other day, after the locksmith came, we didn’t realize that the door to the private dining room wasn’t completely closed, and as we had mock service to see what else we had screwed up (no ice bin in the waiters’ station would be […]
The last bits are all falling into place at Feast. The tables and chairs are all here and in place; the cabinetry’s done; the computer’s working (only four phone calls to tech support, two visits for the hardware and three remote visits from the ether to get the software behaving).