This will undoubtedly provide you with more or less information about me than you wanted – and if you happen to be the one person for whom this amount of information is just right, lucky you.
I am the restaurant refugee. After spending several years as a general manager running notable restaurants in the Washington, DC area, I fled the more than occasionally toxic environments that many restaurants have become.
This blog began as the urgent need to vent about a romantically painful experience. I have no idea what it will become nor am I quite sure that anyone should be interested in reading my future musings.
I am a former and sometimes current professional writer (I have been paid for my work in the past and I do some freelance work, but it has never been enough to buy anything more than the appetizers.) Information beyond that… at the moment I would prefer to keep my anonymity. That is a decision that may be reversed at some point, however, I will share the following information:
- I started cooking as a child – my mother too often tells a story of a Mother’s day breakfast I prepared at age 5.
- I began to study wine well before I was old enough to legally buy it.
- I had a dot.com career before I got into the restaurant business.
- I have forgotten more about running restaurants than most restaurant managers know.
- I have been reasonably wealthy; I have been broke as hell. I greatly prefer being happy to either – I am pretty happy with me.
I imagine that this post will be a work in progress.
Want to send me an email, restaurantrefugee(at)gmail(dot)com works.