Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Recessed



Recess

Remember...?
Third grade, after math and before reading? A wondrous break in the middle of a stressful, information packed day. Sometimes involving a snack. Almost always involving kickball. A short stint in the cafeteria...sorry...lunch room...when the weather was bad. In Ireland they call it "play lunch" In Britain "little lunch"

Good times, Good times

Recession

Nothing like recess at all.

I'm told that we are in the middle of a recession. Not exactly sure what that means but I don't like the sound of it. Seems like allot of bad. Bad bad bad. Nothing but bad.
(I watch allot of MSNBC and CNN)

Well I don't like bad. Its not good. I like good. My friends like good. My family likes good. My customers like good.

So... We're good.

Yup...good. Me, my staff, my customers. We're good....Well, pretty good anyway.
We refuse to take part in a recession. We come to work, we clean, we prep, we get ready and we please. We please In the only way we know how. With food and drink and ambiance.
It's been that way for 8 years (happy anniversary to us this past Feb. 14th). And it continues to be that way. If you need us, we are here, ready to please.

Just because they say it on the news doesn't mean that we have to curl up and die. We're still working, very hard, and the folks that visit us are still working, very hard, and they want what we provide, so, we happily provide it...it's all good.

Okay, before you attack me with statistics of unemployment and bad stock market numbers let me just say that I have the deepest sympathy for anyone who has lost their job or house because of this situation. I'm sure it is an awful thing. But you cant quit. You have to keep moving forward. That's what I do every day. And so that became our mantra here at the restaurant.

These days it's not how hard you can hit that matters...
It's how hard you can GET hit and keep moving forward.

And believe me, I'm getting hit. I've been forced to shut down two out of three of my restaurants. It was a truly painful experience. I have leftover expenses and tax responsibilities that I will be taking care of for quite a while. Not to mention the emotional heartache of having to tell 50 people that they have to find another job. But, I'm still moving forward. I HAVE to. The alternative is unthinkable.

I am a staunch believer in the power of positive thoughts and actions.
We love what we do, we feel that we do it well, and folks respond.

Good right?

So, as many of my patrons have already heard me say,
"Inside these four walls we refuse to acknowledge a recession"

Silly?...maybe, but it seems to work. If the TV and the news makes you sad...We'll try our best to make you happy.

With food... really good, luscious, fattening, wonderful food, or,
If you just want a drink and some company, we'll can do that too.

and I have a kickball in the kitchen and a HUGE parking lot...if it clears the roof that's a
home run.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

First...congrats on 8 years! That is much to be proud of. And your right...we can curl up and be fed by fear...or nourished by hope.

Anonymous said...

We used to play kickball in the back parking lot after Saturday nights when Clayton was working there. He had a hell of a kick. Ask Patrick about that...

Casey

Anonymous said...

As always, you seem to improve with age and experience. your viewpoint is as entertaining as inspirational. How could have the United States of America, land of defiant strong minded indepedent thinking people turned into an ocean of pathetic complacency. Yeah, economy is a bag of el sucko, big surprise. $750,000 houses are very exspensive to pay for when you only put down 10%. My Grandmother told me in her day, the rule of thumb is your mortgage should represent only 25% of your monthly income. do the math,and tell me why people are in such problems. Screw it, and your problems, we are all still 20 pounds minimum overweight, and if life is really tough, I can teach you how to plant a bean and watch it grow into your dinner. for $1.25, you can eat 12 times. all it takes is dirt, water, and time. quit your bitching modern america, and be happy your not swatting flies off your distended belly, and instead your only wiping nacho cheese of your beer belly. love always,
mark