We were talking about my restaurant concept earlier tonight and I was reminded of how much I like the idea. I'd call it "Chums". When I first came up with the name, I'd never heard of chum-as-in-fish-guts before. Ewe. But I still like it. It's fun and the name actually sort of goes along with the concept as I described it tonight.
The original concept still remains - it would be a place that celebrates my favorite people! Who cares about my friends and family, right? Wrong. I think there is nothing more fascinating than real people - which explains my obsession with reality tv. And how about blogs? I read complete strangers' blogs all the time and totally enjoy it. You know what I mean, right? Anyway, each table would be devoted to one of my best friends/family members. That person could decorate it anyway they want. By putting their own pictures on the table, they then honor their family and friends. Thereby extending the 'chums' reach. Also, regular guests would be able to purchase a wall tile that they could decorate & date. All tile proceeds go to a charity. The tile would hang on the wall till the end of time. Chums. Friends. Hangen out. Eating my favorite food: bar food.
Tonight I realized that I want it to be a shabby establishment. Ideally it would be a restaurant near a lake - overlooking a lake, even. Real rustic and cozy. That made me realize that the 'chums' name might then be appropo - in a fish-guts-gross kind of way. Maybe we'd even sell real chum!? Or not.
We even have some menu ideas. Fried mozzarella bites called 'Deep Fried Bubba Toes' (hee hee). Kevin's sandwiches: open-faced tuna melt, BLTA, California grilled chicken, grilled kilbasa on hoagie bread.....oh yes. We have good eats, folks!!
I know the restaurant business is volatile so it would have to be our 'side business', dontchaknow. I've always said that my kids will work in the restaurant business. I believe that everyone should have to work in a restaurant at least one day of their life. The funniest people in the world work in restaurants. And man do you learn to hate people...I mean, er, you learn to respect those in the service industry. Loved it. Hated it. Made great friends and terrible money. That's what college jobs are all about.
To Chums. Here. Here.