Tomcat, when we have our big grand opening, I expect you to come in and eat some fabulous food, hear great music and watch great dancers.

Lexica–the tools do not matter. Hilarie and I have stretched the boundaries of what we can do with essentially nothing. Our current kitchen is 10′X13′ and packed with stuff. When we have a big night, our kitchen staff consists of a dishwasher, two line cooks and myself as expediter and often as a saute cook. All of us fit into that tiny space, along with three to four dinner specials, regular menu items, a salad and cold appetizer station, a small convection oven, the hotplate, a dishwashing machine a freezer and two lowboy refrigerators.

There isn’t much room to spare, really, and once orders start coming up and servers start coming it, it gets really claustrophobic.

But that is okay. Soon, we will have room to breathe and equipment to work with. (And, the kitchen will have windows! We won’t be underground anymore in a cavern! Sunlight! Woohoo!)

Tammy, we are going to be on Washington Street, uptown, up the hill from Donkey Coffee on the same side of the street. Just up from the Courthouse–half a block from Court Street. The last place to inhabit the building was a photography studio.

Go down and stick your face in the window–it hasn’t been covered up while work is done. Walls have been knocked out and there is evidence of other sorts of work in progress.