The Anatomy of a Restaurant: The Green House Tavern Gets Dry
Dry as in drywall. Lord knows we wouldn't EVER open up a dry joint!
The restaurant is coming along fast and I must say that my excitement is out of control. Every time I walk into the Tavern a little more is complete. We even have tiled bathrooms now! I am so PROUD of that man I call the Chef.
Since the Chef began focusing on GHT full time we have had our share of problems. Actually I think it is pretty safe to say that the past two months have been the darkest days in our relationship ever. I have had major beef with his hours and his lack of telling me anything. By the time he is done with his day of a 1000 decisions, he has absolutely no desire to talk to me about it. In turn I get hurt because I desperately want to be in the know about the restaurant.
It has been a cycle of stress and anger and it gets better and then gets worse. We know this. And we try to fix it.
Recently we took a mini vacay up to my parents condo in Sandusky. They took the kids and let us go out to dinner by ourselves. It was a turning point for us and our relationship has been working again. We talked about both of our shit and realized that even though we may hit a wall every now and then, eventually we will be able to break through it or climb over it and move on.
It also helps when the Chef insists I lay in bed all day drinking pink champagne and eating this:
Happy Valentines Day to me!