…so we’ve been doing restaurant thing, right? Been going okay for about a month or so too. Decent location (Magazine St.), getting some good street vibe and building a clientele in this gorgeous old building just two blocks from the house. We’re only doing lunch, but the leaseholder wants us to take over the evenings as well. His price is outrageous and there are some other problems, but I figure we get along well enough that we can work through them.
Yesterday there’s finally a little time for me to hash all this out with him. So I pull him aside and start going over the things I think need to be done to make all this work. He’s pretty agreeable and even slashes the rent by nearly half (only further confirming some huge warning signs). But then I start working up to the idea of changing the name of the place — largely because it’s had such a lousy reputation over the past few years. But before I can get to that point, he goes all 13-years-old on me and cuts off the conversation and stalks off.
…so we plan a big final day today — since rent is paid through today. But I go into the place at 5am to start some duck for the gumbo and the guy’s asleep on the couch. He throws me out. Huh?
Whatever, dude. It was fun while it lasted.
We’ll get it going again in our own place soon enough. But for now, we’ll be taking a little time off — and this means more time to get back to this space and resume posting after a month or so of being way too busy. And that’s a good thing.