Somehow I survived Christmas Eve at Café Machiavelli. What an experience! The kitchen crashed, babies cried, customers complained, several people walked out, and Santa valiantly tried to save the day. When I woke up this morning I thought my feet belonged to someone else. That’s pain. If you go to eat today (And some places are open) tip heavy!
Merry Christmas everyone! Happy Holidays! I’ll write up my Christmas Eve tale of woe soon!