justjoan wrote:thanks michael, i meant to throw the menu up there in my post, but forgot. i'm waiting on a library copy, which is why i havent read his book yet. but i suspect i'll need to own it at some point. shopsin's general store moved a few years ago from greenwich to the essex market, on the lower east side. i just checked the website to see if the menu looks the same. as far as i can tell, it's identical. i havent eaten there, but won't miss it on my next new york trip. justjoan
.What's the best thing on the menu?"
When I read that, I think: Why would you give a shit what the best thing on the menu is? Maybe you don't like the best thing on the menu. Maybe the so-called best thing is deep-fried yak brains, and maybe, just maybe, deep-fried yak brains don't appeal to you. Why don't you just order what sounds good to you? Well, I already know the answer. It is because people are afraid of being mediocre, of being ordinary
the psychic toxins absorbed by food cooked in a kitchen whose atmosphere has been poisoned by the chef
When I cook, I always want to know who it is I am cooking for. This is easy in the space I'm in now because I can see everyone in my restaurant from where I'm cooking. It was the same way in the original restaurant. But even in the second space, where I couldn't see into the dining room from the kitchen, I usually knew who the food was for just by what was ordered.....When I know who it is I'm cooking for, I have that person in my mind during the entire process. And in subtle or not so subtle ways, the results will be different from the way I make the same thing for someone else.
I can trace the connection I have with my customers back to the pleasure I gained running the grocery store. Even when I was just selling a few basic cooked foods, I still had an essential feeding type of relationship with almost all my customers.....
I think the difference between art and craft is that in craft you care what the person consuming your product thinks.....Most of what I make is the result of a true cooperative effort between what I want to cook and what my customers want to eat.
I should make clear that I not only didn't read the whole book, I didn't read any of the book.
I enjoy cooking and giving what I can to my customers, and, in turn, my customers don't just enjoy giving me money, they enjoy receiving what I have given them. Once we've established a rapport, we're absolute equals in my restaurant. But I guess I shouldn't expect newcomers to understand this. In all fairness, they're right and I'm the asshole, because my way is hardly the traditional you-give-me-money-I-give-you-a-bagel. I want a relationship.
The party-of-four rule is something that developed in the original space. Implementing the rule was my way of controlling my wife, Eve. When we would start to get too busy, I used to tell her to quit letting people in. But Eve had an obsession with making people happy and when customers came in, no matter how slammed she could see I was, she just kept letting them in. She would pack the place, and it didn't matter how many times I told her not to, I'd still find myself back there like an automaton on an assembly line trying to get the food out. I simply couldn't accomodate large parties on a production level. The kitchen was tiny and I had so few burners that I couldn't cook that many dishes and get them all to the table at the same time or even around the same time. I finally got tired of having to rely on Eve to control the pace of the restaurant, so I just made it a rule.
When we kick out a large party, the people will almost always ask if they can split up into two tables. But it's still the same thing, and our answer is still no. They're all still going to order at the same time and they're all going to want their food at the same time. It's hard on me. I don't want to do it.
Besides, the real reason for the rule is that large parties are no fun. They come into the restaurant, and they're an entity unto themselves. When there are more than four people to a party--whether they are seated at one table or divided between two--they don't interact with other customers. They're not a part of what is going on in the restaurant. Let them have their powwow somewhere else. I don't want them here.
Eat Me wrote:But Eve had an obsession with making people happy and when customers came in, no matter how slammed she could see I was, she just kept letting them in. She would pack the place, and it didn't matter how many times I told her not to, I'd still find myself back there like an automaton on an assembly line trying to get the food out. I simply couldn't accomodate large parties on a production level. The kitchen was tiny and I had so few burners that I couldn't cook that many dishes and get them all to the table at the same time or even around the same time. I finally got tired of having to rely on Eve to control the pace of the restaurant, so I just made it a rule.
justjoan wrote:aschie: eve was kenny's wife and soulmate, it appeared from the movie. she died before the film was finished.
elakin wrote:i take it you've never been married?
aschie30 wrote:elakin wrote:i take it you've never been married?
Nope, never been married. If you mean that it's typical of married folk, I'll have to take your word for it.