Category Archives: Nice

February 22: Behind the bar

There’s an Edith Piaf song that goes, “Moi, j’essuie les verres au fond du café, j’ai bien trop à faire, pour pouvoir rêver”, which roughly translates as, “I’m drying glasses at the back of the café, I’ve got so much … Continue reading

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October 26: still here

Our new restaurant has been open for 12 full weeks now, and so far I’ve only really, really, really wanted to slap Joel in the face once. That’s probably pretty good going, don’t you think? It was when I dropped … Continue reading

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August 8: We opened a restaurant!

I don’t think this is a dream – we actually opened a restaurant, had some customers (satisfied, even!), and took some money. I might wake up and find that it’s all not true – that’s how it feels right now. … Continue reading

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July 28: a momentous day

One of my favourite photos was taken when I was on my first-ever school trip, which must have been in 4th grade – the grade I entered when my family arrived  in the U.S. in 1967. We had been to … Continue reading

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July 11: bits of the story so far…

Putting a whole restaurant together is extremely full-on. When we’re not actually involved in actively doing something it requires, we’re thinking or talking about it. And usually, I’m worrying about it. It’s nearly, nearly there.

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April 30: miles for tiles

Joel and I went to Imperia Ceramiche this morning to pick up the six square metres of tiles that we ordered for our new restaurant last week. The shop is about an hour from Nice, which makes the area it’s … Continue reading

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September 14: The long perspective

Joel is genetically optimistic, and despite trying very hard for decades to mutate his cheery DNA in my empty half of the darker, more anxious glass, it simply doesn’t seem to be working. I find myself being happy and relaxed … Continue reading

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