Okay…so here goes the background.
All right. If you are going to enjoy any of the story, you first must get the visual picture of the fun we have here. First off, this is actually my second restaurant in the past three years. The first one, was an experiment in itself. I bought the local coffee shop from the local local who, me being unaware, touted herself as the ruler of our little town. She was ready to move on and the establishment was being run by a family member who had had enough. What I never realized was that this woman was an overbearing demon who had little to no self control and was not willing to let anyone else have control over this business, even if they bought it! Oh, and did I mention she was the landlord too…yeah, that just sounds like a happy ending story all in itself.
Needless to say, pointless stories later (i am sure stories will come up throughout the blogging), we parted ways. We spent a lot of time screaming at each other and scaring off poor customers, and indeed, parted ways. We were supposed to walk away and leave it at that. I was looking for a new location for my place, she was bashing me all around town and then some. The amount of lies that she spewed in the town prompted a few other things to happen.
My customers were missing us quite a bit. It was an experiment in good, homemade, comfort foods. They started leaving us messages on email, voicemail, even stopping by the house. Enter Stage Left: the new location. Everyone was pushing us towards a new location – two doors down.
