...a decade and a half ago...a little place downtown hit it's stride...renowned and loved...a sort of destination...after plays...for a business lunch...for a dessert to impress your friends with...something to cement rsvp'ing "yes" for...a place to get a sack of weed...or a job for a down on their luck pal...i was once such pal...
...after a month of trying to find a job...and by try i mean...thought about it...my interview consisted of two questions..."will you actually work?"...and "will you show up?"...i answered yes and entered into a sort of culinary fraternal organization...
...those who came before me, include...artists and musicians and chefs and druggies and drop-outs and we ran the gamut...i have beautiful memories of men and women who will always be a part of something no one can take away, and since the place is gone we are the only ones who can partake...
...romances, dreams aplenty, heartbreak, fights and laughs...Tamara and Katy surprised me by flashing the ladies, to my shock as i walked into the cooler one day...Laura and i tormented a new manager that Carol hired...she lasted a day...Mike was a cry-sack...Bren...oh Bren...what did you do to your hair?...Delena and i would sing harmonies while baking bread or doing dishes...Sienna was sweet then...and who could forget Carol's son's...they injected passion into every part of their lives...and they learned that from mama...
...i recall Rowdy...when he took money from Carol and hid in the catering closet...Tony was fit to be tied as they broke into the closet...he was our hero...when i think about my day to day work, i remember Lisa standing at the window making pasta...or Amy talking to customers spreading peace, love, dope...
...on the last night the town poured out it's love for our Italian restaurant...it was the end of an era, and a very specific moment in time for "Carol's kids"...we have gone our own way...Sera, Laura and i stayed close to home...someone has to keep the home fires burning...facebook has allowed Tiffany and i to stay connected...she took me to lunch and introduced me to my future/past...Erin flew the coop as did Mike and Bren...Tamara and Katy have come and gone and come and gone again...many of us gathered up in other cities...still others have been long gone and off the radar...
...but i bet we all remember fondly when we remember our Italian restaurant...
...after a month of trying to find a job...and by try i mean...thought about it...my interview consisted of two questions..."will you actually work?"...and "will you show up?"...i answered yes and entered into a sort of culinary fraternal organization...
...those who came before me, include...artists and musicians and chefs and druggies and drop-outs and we ran the gamut...i have beautiful memories of men and women who will always be a part of something no one can take away, and since the place is gone we are the only ones who can partake...
...romances, dreams aplenty, heartbreak, fights and laughs...Tamara and Katy surprised me by flashing the ladies, to my shock as i walked into the cooler one day...Laura and i tormented a new manager that Carol hired...she lasted a day...Mike was a cry-sack...Bren...oh Bren...what did you do to your hair?...Delena and i would sing harmonies while baking bread or doing dishes...Sienna was sweet then...and who could forget Carol's son's...they injected passion into every part of their lives...and they learned that from mama...
...i recall Rowdy...when he took money from Carol and hid in the catering closet...Tony was fit to be tied as they broke into the closet...he was our hero...when i think about my day to day work, i remember Lisa standing at the window making pasta...or Amy talking to customers spreading peace, love, dope...
...on the last night the town poured out it's love for our Italian restaurant...it was the end of an era, and a very specific moment in time for "Carol's kids"...we have gone our own way...Sera, Laura and i stayed close to home...someone has to keep the home fires burning...facebook has allowed Tiffany and i to stay connected...she took me to lunch and introduced me to my future/past...Erin flew the coop as did Mike and Bren...Tamara and Katy have come and gone and come and gone again...many of us gathered up in other cities...still others have been long gone and off the radar...
...but i bet we all remember fondly when we remember our Italian restaurant...
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Mama Cassies would still be there if we could've gotten a bottle of red or a bottle of white. Thank you so much for capturing this, so perfect.
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