I realize that I've once again, in my standard fashion, neglected my dear F.o.t.D. whilst in the depths of the trenches of Fat Rice, and you can be certain that I won't be computing too much while wintering on that tiny island, but I've come to accept it--all in the name of gathering some good material, I suppose. People ask if I'll start the Salon up again, and I hope so, but that is further down the road than I'm ready to commit to right now.
That said, I plan to write a bit more about my time at Fat Rice upon my return. If you haven't been, please go. If you have, please go again and get something new. Old Crazy Hair and Adrienne have put all of their heart and soul into this place, and it is rare to see people care to the degree that they care on such a consistent basis. They're putting out astounding food, and breathing new life and fire into a cuisine that is rapidly disappearing, and it's been an honor and pleasure to work alongside them and the rest of the crew. Even though my past couple of jaunts have been planned as short 3 or 4 month deals (lest the perils of friends working with friends overcome us), it's still difficult to say goodbye at the end of the term. I mean, I'll see Old Crazy Hair, and Tasty T and the rest of the crew again, just like I'll see the folks in Montana again, but it bites a little bit to remove oneself from a great group. Alas, it will afford me more time to go into Fat Rice, sit at the bar, throw my weight around, and heckle the new grill guy (who happens to be Crazy Hair himself). See y'all in a month.