Category: First course

Three years ago, I walked out of my office and into the hiring arena of one of D.C.’s most popular restaurants. I was hired on the spot. Six months into my job as a maitre d’, I began writing Restaurant Gal because I was astounded by the nature of the business and the stories that…

Moved yesterday. Grapling with cable and internet issues today (I know, shocking that it wasn’t done right the first time!). Will post again as soon as it all gets corrected. Other than that, the new place is unbelievably great. Look for photos soon. And as always, stay tuned for more stories. –RG

I am moving on Thursday. I can’t wait. But I am also nervous about tackling a new beginning, again, even if it is only a couple of miles away. Because it feels like a world away. Okay, maybe only half a world. Regardless, I have pushed through most of the packing, thanks to my neighbor’s…

“Under no circumstances are you to go to your beach bar,” counsels my neighbor and friend. “Nothing is to be gained, and you will only put yourself in front of the boy, which is about as unhealthy as it gets.” Okay. “When you want to go there tonight, think of what you would tell me…

Operating under the assumption that it is better to “go out” than to mope around the house wringing my hands about a boy who weeks ago washed his hands of me, yet who is still wreaking havoc with my heart, I accepted two vastly different invitations this week. The first was from my dancing partner…

I won’t forget the phone call this morning. I will hear the words again and again for many years to come. I won’t forget feeling how I discovered a new definition of betrayal–at least in my reality. I won’t forget trying to keep myself together as I took myself to Starbucks more for the distraction…