so the boy's at work yesterday, just finishing up the lunch rush, busy screwing around with about a hundred cases of chicken and a vat of veal demi that needed to be dealt with, when they all got pulled into an impromptu meeting to find out that their restaurant was officially closed, right then right there. clean up and go home.
so he went home and did what any good chef does when they've had a disappointment: he tipped back the bottle of whiskey. a couple of hours later when i turned the car into our driveway, i could hear U2 blaring through the windows of the house (and the windows were closed).
we're still not really sure what went down, why a seemingly successful really good restaurant with rich-as-shit owners just closes. he goes in at noon today to get the scoop.
i feel badly for my boy. and since i just went through this period myself not so long ago, i totally know how it feels; it's not something i wish anyone to go through. it feels like a break-up and there's nothing you can do about it.
but i really feel badly for the poor manager who had to call the bride whose wedding reception was to be held at the restaurant in two weeks. eeeeeeeeck.
and of course, the bride herself.