Plecostomus
Commodore
For years my wife has talked about starting or owning a restaurant. She's talked about either starting from scratch or buying a franchise or something like that. Thing is it's always been "someday."
Recently she had an operation to remove a cancer-riddled leg. Well that went ok, but it left her kind of depressed.
About two weeks ago she decided that she was going to empty her bank account and buy out the diner that her mother and father operate here in town.
As of Wednesday she quit her job at Soulless Insurance Contract Komany (S.I.C.K.) and took full ownership.
Never seen her so happy. Now she has a staff of 20 to manage, an established client-base to feed and hundreds of bold and innovative recipe ideas to torment my gastrointestinal system.
It's a Greek-American themed diner. Mornings they serve truck-driver breakfasts (huge omelets with heaps of homefries... 12 kinds of omelets), pancakes and other standard breakfast. Lunch to 3pm it's all burgers and sandwiches and fries. Night it turns into "fine dining" with greek themed dinners, American dinners and whatever specials the cook comes up with. They also have a wee bar and a huge-ass wine-cellar.
Been there for over 25 years, and on Fridays there is a two hour wait to be seated. So it's doing quite well even in the slow economy.
We were both commenting that I'll have to moderate my intake of leftovers, just because I can eat two fish-fries a doner kabob sandwich and spanakopita doesn't mean I should be eating that much.
In other news I setup wifi access there this morning you can now surf the net from your wifi enabled thingy for the price of a meal. Cheapest meal is a tuna-steak sandwich with a glass of wine @ $2.10 tax included.
She asked me just a few moments ago to write down some of my seafood recipes and figure out if it's possible to scale up my Classic Clambake to feed 1,500 customers.
...can you tell we are having fun with this?
Recently she had an operation to remove a cancer-riddled leg. Well that went ok, but it left her kind of depressed.
About two weeks ago she decided that she was going to empty her bank account and buy out the diner that her mother and father operate here in town.
As of Wednesday she quit her job at Soulless Insurance Contract Komany (S.I.C.K.) and took full ownership.
Never seen her so happy. Now she has a staff of 20 to manage, an established client-base to feed and hundreds of bold and innovative recipe ideas to torment my gastrointestinal system.
It's a Greek-American themed diner. Mornings they serve truck-driver breakfasts (huge omelets with heaps of homefries... 12 kinds of omelets), pancakes and other standard breakfast. Lunch to 3pm it's all burgers and sandwiches and fries. Night it turns into "fine dining" with greek themed dinners, American dinners and whatever specials the cook comes up with. They also have a wee bar and a huge-ass wine-cellar.
Been there for over 25 years, and on Fridays there is a two hour wait to be seated. So it's doing quite well even in the slow economy.
We were both commenting that I'll have to moderate my intake of leftovers, just because I can eat two fish-fries a doner kabob sandwich and spanakopita doesn't mean I should be eating that much.
In other news I setup wifi access there this morning you can now surf the net from your wifi enabled thingy for the price of a meal. Cheapest meal is a tuna-steak sandwich with a glass of wine @ $2.10 tax included.
She asked me just a few moments ago to write down some of my seafood recipes and figure out if it's possible to scale up my Classic Clambake to feed 1,500 customers.
...can you tell we are having fun with this?
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