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Vol. 8, No. 1 | Clarity and Confusion
I know it’s been forever! It’s a new year, so all the excuses I’ve been using have finally run out. I’m excited to be back here. The good thing is that since I haven’t written in a while, I have a lot to say. Don’t worry, I won’t ramble all of it at once.
Here’s (some of) what’s been going on:
It’s pretty short notice, but I am doing another dinner in Jamaica this year. It will be on February 25th. Let me know if you’d like info on it. I know I might not seem excited, but I am finally getting there. I’ve dragged my feet because so much was going on, but I can finally see a dinner table perched on a beautiful hill and smiling faces. I also can’t wait to feel the sunshine.
I was actually in Jamaica over Christmas for my boyfriend’s 40th birthday. I stayed in Montego Bay for a couple of days on the front end and back end of the trip. I finally understand why some people don’t love Jamaica. As beautiful as I think Doctor’s Cave beach is, I just don’t enjoy Montego Bay.
When I came back I was met with so many restaurant closings- permanent and temporary. It sucks. There is nothing worse than great restaurants having to close when they were doing everything right. I have a couple of places on my “Are they going to make it?” list. I encourage everyone to seek out great food and great hospitality.
I’ve decided that seasonal winter menus are my least favorite. It’s all heavy, gamey meats and brussel sprouts…ughh. This is obviously a personal problem. Spring, where are you?
But I do love dry January, or damp January. It’s the one time of year that I can see I’m not really drinking and people just roll with it.
I saw a man sitting at the bar eating his dinner and watching a full Netflix show on his laptop. Knife and fork, glass of wine, restaurant packed, bar packed. I appreciated the audacity of it even if I simultaneously wished he would wrap it up so I could order a drink.
I saw a man sitting at the bar in full study mode. Textbooks open, highlighters, papers strewn all over the woodgrain top, headphones in. I was very confused.
I have “bear etiquette school” in my notes and I have no idea what that means. How did I write something like that without more details?! I know this will never come to me.
Happy New Year! This is not where the title of this newsletter came from, but I do hope that this year brings you all more clarity than confusion. (To be clear, I don’t know where the title of this newsletter came from).
P.S. - I have an article in the January issue of Atlanta Magazine. It’s on Mambo Zombi, one of my favorite bar openings last year. I don’t think it’s on the website yet, but I’ll share a link when it’s available. Grab the magazine if you see it.
P.S.S. - Remember the time, I had like 10 P.Ss (how is this even pluralized?). Don’t worry, I’m not doing that here.
P.S.S.S - Or am I?