super mulch day : mulching as therapy

My lack of work is a blow to my pocket book, a boon to my daughter’s school.  I love being asked my “schedule”.
I don’t have one.  Save shuttling and feeding my children.  A few meetings to try and find new locations for The Tar Pit.
I just had to give up my beloved spin class.  I can’t afford it.

The kitchen is going to be seeing more as well as I attempt to make more food at home and employ more of the knowledge I have gleaned from Chef Peel.
But, today is Super Mulch day.

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I’m dressed like crap and ready to scoop up free mulch the city gives away in order to spruce up our underfunded public school. I’m the head of the landscape committee.  I’m basically the whole committee.

Living the dream.

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Saturday night we closed The Tar Pit.

The restaurant we (largely) own.  Long story short, the landlady wants to raise the rent, we thought it should be less as the lease was negotiated pre recession. This has been VERY emotional.  We have a lot invested in it. Other people invested in it.  We have employees.  There was going to be no point in staying open with high rent. None.
We just had a triumphant night with Mark cooking with Roy Choi. ( watch that here) Best to leave while we are ahead.
When we made the decision I was sick to my stomach.  I said, “I think I’m going to shit in my pants.”

We had to leave to go to a food event Mark was working on.  Our manager would notify our employees.  Mark started calling the investors while I drove and the kids watched “Home Alone” and “The Wizard of Oz” in the back seat.  We didn’t want to be defeated, but in this economy we can’t be squeezed anymore.  We had made cuts were we could.  We had the best manager and the best chef we have had since we opened. Our staff was the kindest, least drama mama’s we had had thus far.  The drinks were the best.
But, the roof was leaking ( literally and metaphorically) and it was time to act.
I was glad we were away while the news sunk in.  Back at Dolphin Bay with the sun shining, a big suite. It forestalled reality.  People who fail don’t live here.  It was also good to be in close quarters with my kids. we are closed

On Thursday I picked Vivien up from school and when I said, “Vivien we are closing The Tar Pit.”  She started to cry.
“why mommy?”
“The rent is going to be too high.”

“This is bad mommy.  This is a lot of money.”  I cringed.  Had I said that to her?  I don’t want her to have money anxieties like I remember having.  It’s a fine line though, you don’t want your kids to be spoiled, but she is so little.
“We are okay Vivien.  We still have savings, we have our home.  Nothing is going to change.”  Then I took her for a cookie.

As we drove back to LA Saturday for the final night I was starting to feel better.  At least we aren’t living in indecision.  “have you talked to her Mark?  Did she change her mind?”  Even if it blew we knew were we stood. Poor Mark was miserable about calling his investors.
“Tell them we lost more than anyone.” I would say.  He would ignore me.  He actually sounded like a sound business person when he spoke to them not like a girl who feels bad about forgetting a lunch date like I would have, “well, I overslept and the cat coughed up a hair ball, and…”

As we drove down an idea started to form…this was not it.  We had spoken of this, but it started to really sharpen in my own mind.  We would take our barstools and shakers and go where we were wanted.  Where the rent was a reasonable percentage of the sales. Maybe, it would be better.

We got home and Oliver kindly watched the kids as I changed to go out for the final night and to thank our staff.  I will say this, we did create a lot of work the last couple of years.  With our own money we  were the job creators.  I have learned a TON the past couple of years.  It’s been like a really expensive Learning Annex course, “How to run a small business”, but with drinks.

“I know what to wear to an opening, but what do I wear to a closing?”
“Something with color” said Chef Peel, the eternal optimist.
When I got to The Tar Pit I had to wait 15 minutes to park.  That was a first.  The place was not only crowded, usual for a Saturday night, but it never waned.  I sat with an investor.  He was down, but hoped we would go on.  I saw some friends who had heard through the grapevine who came in.
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There were tons of people I didn’t know.  Old employees came in by the bucket.  It’s the transitory nature of hospitality that people come and go, but we have one server, Natalie who opened with us. She is so sweet and always wears a flower in her hair.
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Tonight she had a really big flower.  She got up and sang. We all cheered for her.

I was most touched by the chef friends who showed up for my husband.  Roy Choi walked in.  We can find a place for some people at Campanile, but most of our staff had just lost their jobs.  Roy gave his card to the kitchen staff and told them to call them.  He had ideas of where we could go.  He has a great appreciate for Mark.  I love that guy.
Govind Armstrong walked in.  We hadn’t told him. He just heard about it. He started working for Mark when he was a teenager and now he is a major chef in his own right ( just opened Post and Beam, which we will be going to later this week)  He was at our wedding.  I was glad he was there.
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Person after person told us where we should move, that’s a hot area, think that developer would love a Mark Peel restaurant.
I had to go and let Oliver go to sleep, but it was hard to leave.  We had all been up beat and I went around a few times to hug the staff.  I was in the bar well telling three of them, “thank you so much for all of your hard work,” and my voice cracked.  I had to get out. They didn’t need me getting soppy on them.
People had to be thrown out after closing.  Fingers crossed we will be able to welcome them back one day.
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My husband knows his meat

In the ramp up to our one night only event at The Tar Pit Mark and chef Roy Choi visited the best butcher in Los Angeles.  Harvey Gussman is a legend to chefs in LA.  In France their is a great appreciation for a good butcher.  In our jumbo corporate food world this art gets lost.  But, you can taste the difference between a good steak and a lousy one.  It’s not just the chef, he needs the right tools. on Flickr”>meat
I learned a lot watching this video.  I also know that if I became a vegan my marriage would be in jeopardy.  Well, Mark says we’d have to go to counselling.

Check out two food legends discuss their knowledge of meat.  Food lovers, like moi, love this stuff.

Diner home cooking and Roy Choi, Mark Peel Mashup

I get asked a lot “why do you ever cook? Your husband must do all the cooking.”
My standard answer is “if I am at his restaurant he does.” Even when Mark is home at night ( at most two nights a week) I am the executive chef and he is my sou chef.   I tell him what we have and what I was thinking, then he takes and comes up with something.  Is that something that would be featured on a special tasting menu at Campanile?  Not usually.   The kind of food a great restaurant makes is a little too involved for a family of five when small kids and one grown lady will get really cranky if they don’t eat on time.
Also, I have to remind Chef Peel about what the kids will really eat.  I use to say, “okay, we have sausages, broccoli, grape tomatoes and various pasta.”  Mark would cook it all, and spice it well, then he would put it ALL TOGETHER.  For a my little kids that was a big yuck.
“No, the sausage, must stand alone, the broccoli, must stand alone, and so on.”
I will never be a chef like my husband.  Not even close.  But, I have realized I am a diner cook.  If you walked into a NY diner and looked at the menu, that’s the kind of stuff I can do pretty well.  Chicken Milanese, fettucine alfredo.  My vegis are way better than a diner, though. When I want exciting food, I can go out.
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Speaking of going out. I’m very proud of putting together a special culinary event. Even people out of LA have heard of the Kogi truck.  Chef Roy Choi put delish Korean meats in a taco and a cult following was born.  He is a very creative chef who has branched out into restaurants without wheels as well.  I went to his latest restaurant, The Sunny Shack and loved it.  I knew Mark would love the adventurous spices, the stewed goat.  Mark kept back with me one night and they chefs were pleased to talk about their shared passion.  Roy had been a fan of Marks.  I said, “Hey, would you do a special night at the Tar Pit?”
Several weeks and our team and Roy’s great team meeting and such and an exciting night is born.  Here is the flyer the Kogi gang put together that I love.
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The event is almost sold out.  I don’t even have a seat.  I’m meeting with our managers today about the event and one thing on my agenda is, “can you guys set aside some food for me?”