the kitchen was warm and inviting when I strolled casually through. There was soiled plates and flat ware in bus tubs in front of the cavernous dish machine. The dinner rush was over and the kitchen was on the downhill side of the evening. The cooks and chefs were winding down and beginning the clean... Continue Reading →
The kitchen has been an ever-present component of my life, as I'm sure it is for most. Some of my best ever memories took place in the kitchen. I have been fortunate enough to work with some of the best chefs in the industry (in my humble opinion) and have learned much. The list of... Continue Reading →
The sky wore its confederate grey cloak as I strolled up the street to the hotel. The leaves had peaked, their color going from the fiery red, yellows and oranges of early autumn to the subdued browns and deep maroon of fall in its twigh light. The cold had deepened and winter wasn't far off.... Continue Reading →
the old man sat in the Lobby watching the days pass with an aged eye locked firmly on the door that led into the lobby from outside. His half sipped cup of coffee has long ago been turned cold, and the barely nibbled muffin sat alone and uneaten on the small plate beside of it.... Continue Reading →
