Excuse me while I find a length of rope

This showed up in my email feed a few days ago and I immediately started preparing to reopen Edgar’s Calypso. I like to be in on the hot trends.

And then I began to recall all the happy memories. Like the 5 am-in-the-kitchen making what-the-fuck ever. The thieving manager. The surly waiters. The drunk waiters. The high waiters. The having-a-cigarette-the-alley waiters. Drunk people at the bar, people an hour late for their reservation and haughtily expecting to be seated. People complaining . . . about the music, about the curry, about the I-don’t-give-a-shit-what. Ah yes. Such good times.

Spoiler alert. I will not be resurrecting my restaurant. Although I do like the idea of “A Restaurant Resurrection” replete with chocolate bunnies, Peeps and jelly beans sorta thing.

It was pretty though. (sad face emoji) R.I.P.

8 Replies to “Excuse me while I find a length of rope”

  1. Sad story. But how adorable! Did you do the decorating & art? Paint all those chairs? I would’ve loved it.

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