Baltimore
26 September 2003


I love my restaurant in the morning. It's so peaceful, like the quiet before the storm. Other than me the only person in the front of the restaurant is the bartender. We exchange greetings, but are reluctant to break the calm that will soon be taken from us by customers.

Before the restaurant opens, the tasks at hand are predictable and reliable. Once we open, no one can know what might happen. But before, everything is simple. Cut lemons. Brew coffee. Set up the call bar. One thing after another. No one is yelling. Nothing is out of place. There is no stress.

Then, 45 minutes after I arrive, lunch starts. And from then on, you never know what will happen.



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