My Dish on Dreaming Big and Eating Well

THE DREAM REVEALED


I told you that our friend is making good on a dream and we were there Saturday at the VIP party to celebrate with him.

CJ is his name and he is a good guy. We met in college, both of us waiting tables at a quirky place called Bombay Bicycle Club -- which wasn't at all like the name implied. (I'm not sure what the name implied.)

I was new to the "joys" of waitressing and he was kind to me, reminding me many times over the years not to sweat a bad tip or an ugly customer because "things always work out in the end." And don't they? That evil assistant manager who made made my life hell...she finally got booted. And once I started seeing the working conditions from CJ's point of view (great hours, good money) it was a pretty sweet gig, and I am glad I stuck with it.

Rumor has it CJ was forced to graduate or face a whole new catalog. So, despite a knockout-effort to keep those sweet college days alive, eventually, ten good years did amount to a Master's in Petroleum Engineering. That's the day job.


The dream was always to run a restaurant. And CJ was doing R&D before he even realized it, working both the front and the back of the house at various restaurants. I remember a project of several months that he initiated to cut food costs without affecting the customer experience or food quality (no college hours involved, folks.) While the rest of us were just "schlepping food," he was taking advantage of an opportunity, never afraid of getting rice under his nails.

So how could I not feel some sense of pride on Saturday at the kickoff party? I saw our little bird fly out into the real world and now he's all grown up. CJ's building the nest he always imagined and he's ready to see what he's made of....if all the planning was realistic, if his chops are ready, if his instinct will lead the way. I'm so rooting for him!

I feel strangely involved, knowing I was there when it was just an idea and nothing more. And now its four walls and a heartbeat. I am amazed by how developed the concept was in his mind all this time. The name, the menu, the food, even the pictures on the wall were all described to me years ago.

Did CJ revise it silently while doing the day job that made this possible? Did he rehearse the details in his mind everyday on his drive home? And where did the patience come from to work on a business plan for years, when he could have surely thrown his hat into the ring sooner?

The Dream is called The Far Seas Grill: casual food, exotic and familiar flavors (OK, so I made up the tag line to help convey the idea.) Its a fusion restaurant that serves up burritos, stuffed pitas, and "mixing bowls" with a little bit of everything. The flavors are inspired by TexMex, Asian, and Mediterranean cuisine and the house signature is a huge made-from-scratch egg roll, (his mom's recipe) assembled in full view as you meander along the counter-serve line. Heaven for a foodie like me, but there's something even the pickiest eater would enjoy. Great prices, too!

Of course CJ has some kinks to work out but even the corporate dynasties started somewhere. And don't you yearn to see the family-run places go up against the Starbuckses of the world and MAKE IT? Yah? Then I'm not afraid to ask you to give 'em a try.

And there's my dish on dreaming big and eating well!

The Far Seas Grill is opening this week in Katy, Texas (Barker Cypress exit.)

"You like me, you really like me"

Thank you for all the wonderful feedback. It seems a few of my already-favorite people think I have a way with biting social commentary. (Maybe its like when your mom tells you you're pretty, but who cares?) I'm no Frankie Can't Relax, but I got potentials to blow up a Winchells. Whatever, I'm no Ice Cube, neither.


I didn't watch the final debate. I feel ten pounds lighter. I have heard enough from everyone, especially the media. So pretty much everyone on TV, dagnammit! (Except for my favorite, home-town-girl, Domenique Sachse. More on our obsession with local journalists later.)


It's really late and this sinus infection is bearing down on me. I can feel where my skull ends and the soft tissue begins. I have a fun weekend ahead and I am willing the ugliness to go away.

THE DREAM

One of mine & MMA's college friends is finally realizing a dream. One that we used to talk about all those years ago over $2.50 pitchers at Dudley's. The unbridled possibility of following a passion and taking the riskier path, hearkens sweet memories of a time before mortgages and family responsibilities; when taking risks and getting in trouble involved the law. I am so excited for him. There's a kickoff party Saturday. I'll tell you more about The Dream soon.


BOOK THING

I was sent this book thing to participate in by some real bloggers.

So here are the rules for this Book Thingy.
1. Pass it on to five other bloggers with the rules.*
2. Open the nearest (not favorite or most intellectual) book to page 56.
3. Write out the fifth sentence on that page and the next 2-5 sentences.


The book is Stormy Weather by Carl Hiaasen and it was loaned to MMA by my BIL.

Ira Jackson found Lot 17 because of the bright yellow tape that police had roped around the remains of the double-wide mobile home where his mother, Beatrice, had died. After identifying her body at the morgue, Ira Jackson had driven directly to Suncoast Leisure Village to see for himself.

Not one trailer had made it through the storm.

From the debris, Ira Jackson pulled his mother's Craftmatic adjustable bed. The mattress was curled up like a giant taco shell.


(*I'm going to out myself and admit that I don't know 5 bloggers. I don't know if I have five readers.)