I was so fucking anxious and stressed about whether or not I made the right choice uprooting everything and coming back to Maine.
My stress and anxiety is diminishing at an unprecedented pace. I think I made a REALLY good decision. This is gonna be so top-notch once we get shit up and running and dialed in. And the money is finally decent and the perks are already proving to be magnificent. And I gotta admit, I've always particularly loved the menu development and kitchen build-out parts of this business. I'd love to someday be one of those consultant chefs who just gets paid to get posh restaurants up and running before handing it over to the schlub who's gonna actually have to do the day-to-day shit.
I get to go on a junket next week. A fucking junket
. 3 days, 2 nights, all expenses paid. Down to Portland Monday night with my sous chef and head bartender. Check in to our suite at the Embassy Suites in downtown Portland, which has a FREE HAPPY HOUR. Portland food show tuesday morning and afternoon, meeting with my contact at the seafood wholesaler wednesday morning before leaving wednesday afternoon to head back up the coast. And the best part? The entire time, starting with dinner Monday night and ending with dinner Wednesday night, we will be strategically eating and drinking at the best seafood restaurants and raw bars in and around Portland and back up the coast between Portland and Castine, all on the company dime. I'm giddy like a kid on christmas eve about it. I haven't put together the entire list of places we'll be hitting, but I've been waiting for fucking YEARS to have a chance to eat at Miyake
. And fucking Eventide
. My belly has a raging hard-on.